phoenixes took the street of Bangladesh
but nasty politics stained them
We want Justice was their SLOGAN
justice we need everywhere
but we never ever dared to show the slogan
they were from 16 to 18...the school and college students
from protest of killing two classmates
they took he trafficking of Dhaka road transport
from Dhaka it spreaded to all districts
alas they were stabbed, bruised, beaten black and blue by regime
they were given political COLOR
PHOENIXES grow still after death! !
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Behind this protest crawling slowly the lame hand beyond this shouting on the road dances banned phantom band ...................................! ! ! ////
springs come from the stones but when they pass the down plains, they are contaminated; thanks a lot for reading it dear poet Mahtab Bangalee.