When we all were small girls and boys,
And played with dolls, and ball like toys,
Were often asked to drift and lead the cattle;
To the nearby meadows, farms and forest,
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Excellent and very very touchy poem. The feelings that are conveyed in this poem I can feel and understand as my family was also in dhaka at that time and I have heard my relatives specially my mother still crying for Dhaka where she had spent 22 years her life but my family had to leave the country after liberation. Thanks for sharing your poem with me. God bless us and keep us all safe from His wrath and His anger. we don't know where the world is going and what we are all not doing to safe it.
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Excellent and very very touchy poem. The feelings that are conveyed in this poem I can feel and understand as my family was also in dhaka at that time and I have heard my relatives specially my mother still crying for Dhaka where she had spent 22 years her life but my family had to leave the country after liberation. Thanks for sharing your poem with me. God bless us and keep us all safe from His wrath and His anger. we don't know where the world is going and what we are all not doing to safe it.