Salam wrote a letter, O my beloved motherland
Rafik wrote his letter to you,
And Barkat did that too
We could not mourn in oblivion, for all, they
Still, they will never be forgotten, they sacrificed
Never to be left alone, in oblivion.
Remembrance
leading us to the tragedies of lives along the way, blood on a pitch black hue
Made the petals the strongest red, flowers , on a fateful tale
And chrysanthemum knew those pages with alphabets, soaked and dripped
The alphabets of Bangla,, a fathomless tear , an oceanic droplet
impeccable, unpairable
and the legacy ponders along
Name engraved on a bloody fateful day
A drop of red on a churned up green
And the world, a wanderer of the last cause of a value, a journey , a saga
an epic started on a gothic day with a bloodshed , stubbornly fateful.
you and I and they, wanderers of ages in legacies of time
Will remember along,
In a page, that lingers through the stories of time
To be born again, in eternal time.
acknowledgement:
A patriotic song of Bangladesh
Bengal is my soul, I sing the song of Bengal
Bangal is my royal homeland
all the world knows
sky high glory of her and the fame.
It is built with the donation of the blood
blessings of Salam rafik Jabbar and the Barkat
knitted by the glorious mom and sisters
entire these and that
we so many Salam Jabbar are here in fact.
I salute my homeland with joy Bangla, joy Mujibar slogan
I feel proud being one of this land
feel proud at birth i cried in heaven on my mom's lap
which I found.
I can still donate my life for the sake of my language
listen, listen the world
I could overcome all the ridge
being bold one.
Farewell to Mustafa Bad reddine
We salute you
Murderer of humanity
You have received your just rewards
Zulfiqar has sliced you to pieces
Mohamed spits on your body parts
On examination they saw
The sum of the parts has no heart
You tried to fell the great trees
The cedars of Lebanon
You failed
Rafik Hariri now has you on a leash
You thought you were Daesh
Your army of hatred
Gives you Hitler salutes
While intellectuals feed you pork grinds
You are now buried
In hells fires with your fellow pigs
In morning headlines of the news today
We Celebrate
At the breakfast table
With bacon an eggs and coffee so sweet
Your death, truly was a treat
This man killed 1000’s in cold blood, Americans, Israeli’s, Jews, Christians and Muslims, for him blood was simply blood. That 1000’s attend his funeral shows you how we have yet to learn about humanity.
Rafik Hariri was the Lebanese Prime Minster killed in a car bombing in old Beirut, organized by Syria and Bashar al Assad and carried out by Hezbollah and Mustafa Bad reddine.
Zulfiqar = great sword