Why thou art pleased with Martyrs' love
Thou art pity, - filled with arrogance, sordid boon!
Why their deaths return again, late or soon
And country bards' song can't move the Grove.
Patriotism the feeling of every citizen. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem about the first mother in this universe. Thank you Pijush Biswas for this poem.
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