For Auld Lang Syne Poem by Khairul Ahsan

I hear the bugle blow,
Oh I hear the bugle blow!
At reveille I hear the bugle blow,
At retreat I hear the bugle blow,
Who blows I do not know,
But I hear the bugle blow!

Days gone by speak to me,
Friends fallen, speak to me,
Today we stand wherever may we,
Will be laid tomorrow wherever be we,
So for old time’s sake let’s all rhyme,
On bugle or pipe, our ‘auld lang syne’!


Dhaka
11 October 2015
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