Register Again In The Liberation War Poem by Golam Kibria Pinu

This is the country- where like thickener\d blood-like hydrogen
The clouds condensed and produced
- A tide of astral deluge
The name of this astral deluge is enlightened Liberation War.

At the dawn of creation
There were a few ballsof fire
Whose accumulated name was rebellious public
As if a museum of volcano
Boiling up in the horizon
Soaring up like bubbles of smokes
Concentrated clouds, clusters of clouds
Axe-like clouds - sand-storm
From there ascend up our dreamland.

In the miraculous chemical mixture
The population became frantic
A seven-faced hibiscus on the stone
A With extreme virtue
Pieces of snow-blocks dissolve
And turn into a cataract.

There was no difference in colour
On any parts of the body, on the faces, necks, shoulders
Hands, legs, brests or backs.
The same blood-stream flow on all the veins

Sounds of drums in the neurons of the brain

We didn't had blindness
Even we were not one-eyed fawn
Our blood didn't congealed
We never went away from each other in our troubled time
Out spines were erect
We didn't fall apart
Blood flow remained normal
Even after blood-shed like streams
Heart-beat woke up with which chanting of mantra
We desired a longing
Shall not be chained subjugated- shall not be ruled by others
Nor sh, all be subordinated
Shall not become slaves- not be dependent
Laborious, arduous, with the testimony of the agriculturasists
Shall be liberated from the tyrants and move freely in our pastures
Shall live in the society devoid of inequality
We wanted to go in the path of non-violence
But couldn't go
We had to remain in the revengeful way
Power-snatcher, war-trader, jingo, terrorist power
And Imperialist.
They couldn't chain us in golden-cage
We became swans
Dahuk
Blue bird
Gold-finch.

From apathetic feelings
We wake up from the disinter ted attitude
From doubtless manner
We engage in singing and dancing unabashed
From illusion-spell
We wake up with my own Cuckoo-song
From mental sufferings
We woke up from deep meditation
From dreadfulness
We woke up with boldness
From grief
I woke up with abundant vitality

And now
Which destruction we are induved into?
And now
Which tricky dialogue we have dipped into?
And now
Which ill-characteristics we have fallen into?
And now
Which weeping eyes we are into?

Our ever-illuminate d Liberation War
Our pioneering Liberation War
Shall be distressed?
Shall loose ite dazzling beauty
Shall not have its enlightenment
That fiery dazzles
For which we could not light our little lamp?

It's so dark
Its so shady-lightness
So gloomy, sightless
That there's no dry twigs to kindle fire
The night descends - darkness-filled night

Come, let's incorporate again with Liberation War
Come, let's get attached again with Liberation War
Come, let's germinate again with Liberation War
Come, let's get produced again with Liberation War