Neela Nath


21st February


I feel along my veins, my blood,
I'm a fortunate one who loves
his mother tongue!
My heart leaps up in boundless joy
when I hear Bengali(language)
in an unknown place.
Mad, mad I'm for this milk
which feeds me culture
Oh! my land.
The brave souls gave
their young lives
to save their mother tongue
from others' hand.
Salute to you all
the heroes of Bangladesh!
You immortalized yourselves
on this day.
21st February is that day,
giving lives your debt you did pay!

Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013

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This is my sudden burst of emotion. It's not a poem, I think.To pay respect to the martyrs of Bangladesh who gave their lives for mother tongue, on 21st February, I wrote this one.I respect all languages.

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