I live in a valley where....
The ballads of love and freedom are muted by owl hoots
The chirping birds are frightened by
marching jackboots.
I live in a valley where....
A mother stares endlessly to a frozen nothingness,
longing for that lost embrace, waiting for the last hug.
I live in a valley where....
A father longs for his son's sepulchre,
where are you my groom? Who will tow our boat?
I live in a valley where....
A tiny stone is answered by a fatal bullet.
Treachery and deception has ruled for years.
But you can hear a raising voice everywhere,
We will not bow down, we will not bow down.
From heaps of cadavers and pools of blood,
We will not bow down, we will not bow down.
Determination shining through the smoke of gunfire! Very well composed Aaquib.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
@Pradip Chattopadhya Thank you :)