There are
Irrational minds
Unresponsive hearts
Blind eyes
Here
Nobody can hear anything
None can see
But I know
With the daggers of animosity and hatred
An apple is divided
A land
A nation
Into two
Cruelty falling
As darkening nights fall
No one can realize
No heart screams
Here
This is the real Bangladesh
Deep inside Bangladesh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When your Motherland is divided, its heart-wrenching... I am sorry...
Thanks a lot, dear. Of course it's heart-wrenching but the fact is yet unseen and only it's clear when one can realize it....