1971: A War Of Liberation Poem by Musfiq us shaleheen
1971: A War Of Liberation
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After Nine month bloodshed-
A healthy baby born on low
laying part of the southern earth
Neo sediments overlaid on the
footprint of bloody rustic soldier boot
Kicked off by the freedom fighter,
my bro in the liberation WAR
Though wings were broken as if,
Feather looms were exhausted
Baby afflicted to smile herself with
priceless sun shines on the horizon
They demonstrated to doom young,
Cut off my culture and raped my sister
But could not smash my
religion and cultural sympathy,
Plays over through rivers
and songs by thousands of years
At the end of the day,
the bloody had no way to move
Finally killed our pen and poets
on a winter December of 1971
But they didn't know,
'War depends on moral courage'
I am the poet to say some
nuclear words for that bloody swain
Dark covered the horizon,
an endless misery of my mother
So my bro in arms and I am the
poet wait for the win in vain
Revenge takes my bro as if my
RED songs are singing sonorous thee
My baby should be free;
free very soon, new sun will appear…
On a green paper written by
my bro with ink of blood....
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- @ Musfiq us shaleheen,16th December,2013
Dedicated to the freedom fighter who infused their life into battle to save our motherland.. Bangladesh..
- Shaleheen 16th December,2013, Dhaka
awesome...! ! ! i love this poem so true and strong great job my friend
A very intense poem written with such force and determination that it sinks deep into the emotions. The casualties of war brings on destruction and humiliation but out of that grows liberation and seeds of peace. Well written my fellow poet.
I rated 10. An heroic poem. Thank you for sharing Kindly review any of my poems too. God bless
the language was the real issue, as the west Pakistan administration had tried to introduce Urdu as the medium of instruction and they wondered where these black colored people came from, (a few of the guys I talked, acknowledged they had had Tamil ancestors) when the liberation war was fought in 1971 and thousands of brothers and sister had lost their life and respect to create the new land for People of East Bengal. Looking at the political situation, the inconvenience people face everyday, riots and protests almost every other month, the escalating price to make the poor people to suffer some more and many other issue, may force one to think why these independent people suffer in silence, though they make noise once in a while. I had gone to shawar, the war memorial place, a few hundred miles away from Dhaka and on the way I saw the mismanagement and beauty of the country side..wonderful poem except for the last stanza, which may promote violence.
Echo of peace and echo of war. Are a circle unto themselve what a misrey we human face and creat
Bro thank you very very much.Allah bless you..Bro I want to take it for my school magazine...
Emotional but not strong. lines well understood and imagination review. 'Revenge takes my bro as if my RED songs are singing sonorous thee My baby should be free' powerful lines i enjoyed more. nice poem SHALE, i love ur poems.
A war waged during our days. We were watching it from the neighborhood and saw from our own eyes what happened. I feel for you. I value your feelings and they are the feelings of a patriot. Great poem, it is.
an excellent peace of writing, keep writing.if fb pls request me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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My baby should be free; free very soon, new sun will appear… On a green paper written by my bro with ink of blood.... Awaiting...............................