Act Of Valor Poem by Sumit Chakrabarti

I had a dream, A dream of a world,
Where the flowers bloom without the fear of death,
Where the birds sing of sprightly joy without the fear of suffocation,
Where the children smile of innocence without the fear of being rebuked upon,
Where the wind caresses the nature to flow heavenly glow Without the fear of violation,
Where the wills soar high Without the fear of the wings being cut through,
Where blessing of peace can flow in an un ending way Without the fear of being conspired upon.

NO!

It's a flaw!
That wasn't a mere dream!
Rather a vision,
A longing,
A sacred wish,
An incantation of revolution,
An enchanting holy hymn of inspiration.

It came then
It came as the mighty wave comes;
That is irresistible.
It came as the lightning comes,
Blinding the fear of extinction.
It came as the 'Ark' of Noah came.
And the savior it became,
The savior of love, serenity, innocence, judgment, will, wisdom
And Freedom.
It came like the unsurpassable omnipotent.

What is this 'It'' then?
It is neither a man nor a community.
It is the will,
The will, regardless of cast, creed and gender.
The will of oppressed, tortured, bashed, deprived, humiliated, raped and killed.

It came swinging with utmost might
Saving the flowers from the death plight.
Unleashing the valor like warriors in precision,
Like the mount Olympus is standing up on.

Courage ignited, Backlash commenced,
Fire flickered in swords.
Blood watered the field, The field of glory.

There grew a plant, BANGLADESH, In the field of glory.
When the dawning sun strikes 16th December, the first of nineteen seventy.
The tender plant Bangladesh is synonymous to freedom,
Who has her root enrooted in patriotism.