My Time To Go Poem by Muhammad Sakib

I will be going off to fight now
Love, I know you must be fuming
For last time you saw, I was petrified,
The thousand cries has seen me changing
But how long will you be hiding?

For the basement at your mother's village was your runaway,
Dhaka has seen the guns out
For dry leaves of September was your runaway,
Now cold winds of November has seen my last friend's soul mercilessly taken away
But how long will you be hiding?

Love, the sunrise of tomorrow will see a new soldier
Cry not, for my soul will be of a martyr
If I am not back here
For who outsiders call leader, is our Father
Told us to go out whatever be my fighting gear

For the spirit he created after all rests deep in me
For on and on we must know which side we are on
For being petrified is no more a choice
For we are living in troubled times
I will be going off to fight now