Here death, killing, violence and hunger
Round the clock play the game of doom;
Snatching, hijacking, injustice and inconvenience
Grow the grass of sorrow in the field of life.
Here life is like the Padma on whose banks
There stands the sandy sad shoal vast, stretched and lonely;
Still life does not bow down to sorrow,
Instead, it stands erect like the rocks.
Here drought, flood and tidal surge
Come like the giants in greed of life
And then inflicts raids and riots
On life like Azrael.
Yet what a stony hero my country is, it doesn't
Get cracked into parts in drought of sorrow!
The poet is really thoughtful about the terrible sights existed in bangladesh.he mainly introduces all of the matters.he has huge patriotism indeed.by this poem he trully wants to makes the readers to be careful of his own nation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem that create an image a of resilent nation.Thanks 4 sharin such an azmazing tribute