Apostate Fourth and the Last Part
I will jerk and jump over them like a whirlwind
I will blow away my horse up on them and will mingle them into dust
I will set fire and burn their flag of miscreant
heat and combustion will burn their house
in the fire given by your son.
Ego of them will burn to ashes when it burns
O Mom, give me your blessings these to earns
my blood is boiling fast and fast in anger
it is extreme, like the thunder
please make me ready for war, please mom.
The mother loses eyesight tears flowed down her cheeks
she wrapped her son around her chest and kissed
she feels to be proud of her son's thoughts like this
says yes Khokon my son you must keep your promise.
Peoples today lost their humanity, bloods are flowing
thousand of lives dies in their nasty acts, such a situation ongoing
yes my son go fast go to war field the lamp to lit
run your horse run fast such a human race to built.
Copyright © Sanjay Karmakar | Year Posted 2022
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