Immortal Ekushey Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

From Minaret to Minaret,
Today people are moving in rows,
Immortal Ekushey February is back in plows;
From Desert to Desert,
Slow mourning Ferries are moving in falter,
Glaciers of red hibiscus flowing in the altar;
From Cottage to Cottage,
Red & green flags are fluttering,
In the heart of homeland memoirs uttering;
From Polity to Polity,
In the wilderness of the world,
Today the kite of mother tongue flies swirled;
From Nation to Nation,
Our language has no equal in the Dingle,
Immortal Ekushey is the pride of the Bengal.

Those who sacrificed on the altar of language,
Their souls in the minaret today,
Looking for the promises fulfilled may portray;
Asking for equality, justice, rights and advantage,
Vegetation today submerged in the bloody silth;
Watching when the morning sun will arise in the azimuth;
Swimming in the hope's cleavage,
It is still the hot lava of volcano in the flow,
The souls pray that their aspirations will soon glow.