A Scope to Receive
Fill the empty book of scope to receive with flowers
Let the sense of smell come; let the wind come to the bones and marrow of the book of sense of smell
Let the song now fill the air with hope.
All the sparrows are bound together in the lustful nest of pure love.
When the account of receipt is empty, the pitcher of hope rings loudly.
The pony of greed and lust and the horse burst out, taking up arms
Everyone wants to get all but while paying their pockets are empty
Standing without electricity, and naked sockets without switches
Society’s magic wand of security has rusted
Life is being dragged along by words; no one is able to give up
The ears are trembling when they see the achievements of the freedom fighters.
The grains are trembling when they see the scenes of the Rajakers’ arrogance.
Who pays the price of freedom in those now invalid books?
They gain and lose, but they snatch what they are not supposed to get.
Come to the point of getting what you want; everyone thinks
The country is within the grip, so the slaughter is increasing all around
No one thinks about the country by getting what they want
The number of greedy, following political parties is increasing day by day
When everyone attempts to get bananas, where are the people to plant them?
Don’t think about increasing the price with the income in mind.
Dhaka, 18.04.2026
Should be Able to
You must be able to do all the work, you children of Vishwakarma.
Bring the night into the light of day, and let it be bound to knowledge.
Blind orphans who don’t get to eat at the end of the day
will be awakened with love by giving them food in their hands.
If you set your goal, brother, why is it difficult to move forward?
Break the vials of poison without looking left or right.
Keep communal thoughts in the cowshed and bury them.
Become a shepherd of free minds and give them a home of conscience.
Share the happiness of the horse; let everyone travel the world.
Let the torch of peace open the doors of the heart in every home.
Do you know that the ship of conscience is hurrying back?
Now it will open the blind chamber, driving away all the darkness of ignorance.
We must build a golden country with the spirit of the Liberation War.
by driving all those who oppose freedom into the dark.
Dhaka, 18.04.2026
The Untimely Death of Dreams
I have seen many dreams in this life
Happiness and prosperity will come; the benefits of freedom will be found by going to the post office and searching for the recipient
Page after page, the nectar will be written in the rhythm of the alphabet.
Standing on its own feet, the truth will proclaim, “I am inexhaustible, indestructible, and eternal.”
History will raise its head, founded on truth.
The sound of breaking the wall will dispel the doubts and conflicts of the neighbors, and a non-violent society will emerge.
This divided nation will be united in the rich spirit of the Liberation War.
The name of the horoscope will be engraved on the stone of the trial’s reconciliation.
The heroes of the Liberation War will spend their retirement in unquestionable luxury.
In the hands of a responsible generation, the country will plant the tree of golden dreams.
Fragrant flowers will bloom on its branches.
The country will become a paradise with its fragrance.
But the tree, unable to bloom the flowers of its dreams, became self-absorbed.
The hopes of a nation in despair were twisted and lost in an unknown world.
The outcome of the poisonous tree remained.
Dhaka, 16.04.2026
