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
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Tamanna Ferdous
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