Bangladesh: The Land Of Mother-Tounge Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Bangladesh: The Land Of Mother-Tounge

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1952

Fought against butchered oppression
to snatch mother tounge from their lips
Shed their blood to shatter canons
to flag their birth right

they did it
they planked their iron feet
to save their mother
BANGLA THE LANGUAGE
OF BANGALIS

1971

Transformed love from language
to Freedom of country
again they shouted together
by their own language
to have their own territory

Pakistani bullets made 3 millions dead
raped three lacs women
burned their shelters to vanish in shadows
yet bullet defeated
their voice together
their blood together
their language together
drawn their own map of land
BANGLADESH EMERGED
AS A NEW COUNTRY
WHO SPEAKS IN BANGLA

2013

The betrayers
played as the agents of imperialist
by the name of religion and language
at the time of their freedom
killed them cruelly and helped those
religious fanatics who tried to enchained
the land, its people, language
and freedom of speech

those betrayers still alive
residing the same territory
changing their musk
actively move to make the country
a confinement in disguise of religion

new generation unveiled the conspiracy
their march and oath from SHAHOBAG SQUARE
spreading throughout the country like firy-storm
with the demand to take immediate action
by hanging those WOLVES by Justice
those betrayers who killed their parents
who killed their brothers, sisters
who ground the flesh and honour of women

'HANG THEM'
'HANG THEM'
'HANG THEM'

Spring is now spattering thunder
all over BANGLADESH......

Pranab k c
03.2013

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 03 March 2013

when looking at the pathetic situation of Bangaladeshis in Bangladesh, it is horrible. They come out of their houses and resort to strike for every simple thing. the country of corruption in all sectors. The administrators are corrupted, the executive is corrupted, judiciary is corrupted, army is corrupted and what is not corrupted there? but their language and culture is very pure as their innocent lay man's soul. they celebrate their Bangla new year in April in a grand style and I was very happy when I was in Dhaka last April...May God save our people in the economically deprived neighborhood of the world !

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