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[sid] => 95108
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Liberty
[time] => 2005-05-20 09:46:59
[hometext] => Freedom in Bangladesh was attained in nine months like a baby's exit to the open world from the womb. It is translated from bengali by anik.
[bodytext] => Another one of myself Is growing silently inside me, Breathes in my breath And talks secretly But revolts from its seven doored dark existence whenever it wants. When the creator pours the life In a human soul, The eternal light appears. The baby was deprived from the light, And mothers milk and caress. Begins to play its own part As soon as it comes out in world’s stage, Knows the rule of nature In which state to appear. In such state was it slept With mothers breath. Man-shaped hyena came And attacked abruptly. The innocent bangalees, leaving the bed Went on to the war field Self declared. They take up their right Which they were deprived of A wave of spirit ran through the blood Of the old, youth and mob. Nine months they fought non-stop And brought the liberty bravely For the next generation After blood shed greatly. Listen, my on-coming friends, Hold this precious liberty With mighty hands. Never forget- We had to lose much for the liberty to get. Still now, many mothers wail out- “won’t my son come back.” Yet now many wives try to cover their grey hair Forgetting their changed physic With unknown desire. They adorn themselves With lovely flowers. Being overwhelmed they think “won’t my love come back!” Still now, many sisters being unmindful, Make cakes and preserve on shelf Thinking her brother would come back The lovers wreath garlands of jasmine And spread the carpet of autumn flowers In hope of her lovers. Thus hundreds of thoughts arise And confuse our emotions To never forget this freedom. We are human and have our existence And our culture. Uphold them and show the world How the traditions are! [comments] => 0 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 28 [informant] => nargis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 45 [ratings] => 9 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Patriotic )
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