The Leader Or The New Hero Of Poem Poem by Russell Ashequi

Every day I see him blossom rose
give away red dreams
leap over the hills sitting
on the breast of cloud
fly smiling dancing singing flying-
The sadness cracked by heat of ours

I see our shelter and indulgence in his eyes
I see at his rear heart and royal forehead
the last sign of uneven heroism
I see in his head the clear morning of our freedom
I obey him as a green signature of spring-land
and the father and progeny of change

Some present here may ask me-
who is the mad? who is that?
I shall say, he is not a mad or a drunken
rather he has come to make this soil sacred
in the trade of emptiness.

Dhaka, Bangladesh