I am going to the surface
Of the people,
The people who die and live.
A drowning person may get
A flower to make him surface
From the submerging society;
But that be so! – probably ….,
The country, you believe,
You love,
Should touch you,
Every cry hammers the
Sense of heart.
I believe you –
You the people,
Without barrier,
So that a bird can sing,
And fly freely.
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Sanjibsaha Aniketa
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