Eighteen tigers ran after—
No savior, no interfare:
They ate her.
She was the only welfare,
A deer.
Hey Bangladesh! We had nothing to do, here,
But to say, ‘‘Happy New Year! ''
Just imagine!
Overtaking a lot of corpses, our souls would have seen:
A New Year-2019...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is our now a days Bangladesh!