My inspiration is delighted by the slogan 'Joy Bangla',
My freedom is enchanted by the slogan 'Joy Bangla'
My struggle is written by the slogan 'Joy Bangla',
My nationality is decorated by the slogan 'Joy Bangla',
My awareness is vibrated by the slogan 'Joy Bangla',
My freedom is reflected by the slogan 'Joy Bangla'.
But,
My inspiration is gloomed by compulsion.
My freedom is violated by compulsion,
My struggle is veiled by compulsion,
My nationality is frightened by compulsion,
My consciousness is suppressed by compulsion,
My freedom is suppressed by compulsion.
And in Compulsion
My disobedience get awakened,
My trumpet get resounded,
My soul get Vibrated,
My existence is shaken,
My revolution becomes sanguineous,
My rebellious power becomes active.
3. And the millions of army men move to farmlands and make more food and produce the basic necessities of human beings, ….
2. So that, countries shun their expansionistic policies, the political boundaries of nations, territories and states are erased. Let us hope for a day, when the trillions of dollars spent on arms is available to address the poverty and misery of the poorest of the poor..
It may be true that like charity, Patriotism too begins at home. But I believe we should come out of all the restrictive patriotic fervours. We need to emancipate our own soul to that of a world citizen. (Contd)
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4. So that everyone has everything and everyone lives a life of peaceful, contented coexistence. This is the world I dream of.