Now the August
August came in the daughters
August came in the heart of Bangla
To make the country orphan and asylum
Of the Bangabondhu and his family
the cruel assassination night of ‘75
Oh! heart rending the remembrance
fountain of tears dropping down incessantly
August
burned the every single happy moment of the Bengali
killed the brightest hope of the golden Bangladesh
Though
August comes every year with mourning
but by the luckiest hands of the mother of humanity
August, now becoming the golden month of the Bengali
04.08.2020 Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2020
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