#poet_authority
----By Aranna Hassan Delwar.
I am a traitor.
Now my place is prison.
My fault, government law
I spoke against the state.
However, I speak
Of those people who belong to the state
always neglected,
Exploited by the injustice of the state.
The police have gone missing
How many children lost parents
No sleep in the eyes.
I said this is wrong
If the keeper is the eater
The country floats in the blood of the Ganges;
Then protesting words
Leave the sound of the voice
Out of the house
I picked up the pen, wrote poetry
I have written the pain of people's hearts.
This is not wrong, there was a time
But why is it a traitor today?
Have you written on my forehead?
i am human
Man is my brother
To judge by religion
I didn't come today.
Why today?
The temple is burning, you locked the mosque
I say listen, you are all devils.
A hungry child cries on the way
cloth in the eyes of the state,
That's why I wrote Ore my brother
Sit your bite in the palace.
There is no treatment at the hospital
just harassing
Test business sucks blood
The poor get poorer.
Teachers are very respectful
Still his shadow in corruption
A guest in the world of two days
Why so much illusion of money?
If I say the state is silent
But what would be too much to say,
If it is wrong for this reason
I will hang my neck.
Today I am in prison
Someone will come tomorrow.
No one could keep Bengali in check
Can't know the truth Niranjan.
If walking on the path of truth
Let my soul go
I will still write poetry
This is my right.
All rights reserved.
Aranna Hasan Delwar
Gendaria Dhaka,
Read. More: Save Antarctica Save Earth
0 Comments