Wanderers of Ages In Legacies of Time

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