I never liked the idea of the division of Bengal,
The separation of East Bengal on the line of religion
And was dissatisfied since it was carved out,
Mahatma Gandhi visited Noakhali,
The Great Killing too disheartened me to read it about
The sectarian and fanatical leaders
Propagating, advocating Partition,
The idiots and bastards
Which but am I now seeing it
In terms of attacks on the Hindus in Bangladesh
Which depends on Indian supplies
And whose inhabitants often sneak into our territories
And whose foundation is laid into bloodbath, murder,
Killing, genocide, misanthropy, hatred and vengeance.
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