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Waiting for a slogan -----Aranya Hassan Delwar.

 
Waiting for a slogan


-----Aranna Hassan Delwar.


Even today I cross the bloody highway

Even today I can smell the burning flesh on the ground

I wake up every night with the screams of a mother who has lost her child.

The body of the child on the shoulder of the father is wet with the rain of mourning

Is this my country? For which he gave his life

Three million people?

Is this country of mine obtained by the sacrifice of four hundred thousand?


The smell of burning flesh in the air

Universities that are known as the best schools

Who is playing Holi murder today?

Who is responsible for the suicide of the raped woman?

The girl who pierced her chest and screamed "Jai Bangla" in the blood

That boy is now kneeling with age

Today, sitting next to the body of her child, her eyes filled with tears

Looking at the sky full of emptiness.


In the brains of the rotten people of the rotten society

Prohibited cultivation of opium

The new generation finds darkness as opposed to light

People live in a world of smoke!

Women's naked dance finds happiness night and day

The rise of bigots has increased in the society

Nudity and obscenity are being sold under the guise of religion.


I feel very scared today---

Forgetting the identity of the nation

Identity of society divided into tribes and religions

Tearing down familiar enemies

Helpless father is trying to fight brother to brother

Mother's body lies in the yard in the hot sun

A hat on the head and a body covered with long hair

There is nothing to talk about these days---

A bloodsucking nation is reaping the golden harvest.


Iftar in the mosque

Lines of starving skeletons outside

Human values are burning in the fire of political revenge,

Cultivation of vocational education is going on in capitalist madrasas

And the universities are getting full of weeds

Turning into a jungle.


The northern generation of independence has lost its heritage

He forgot his father's identity

What more can be expected from a fatherless child?

My flag is neglected today,

My national anthem is rusted

My map is demon possessed today

Gotta stand up again---

Must be united in one slogan---.


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© Aranna Hasan Delwar

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