After 21st February
We were angry
We wanted to be free
From the kingdom of military.
Our country was like flowery
With mother tongue library,
The enemy wanted to introductory
For making this land like misty
So our mood was accusatory
Because, the enemy wanted to take our finery
They didn’t like this aviary
They wanted to become advisory
And to remove our mother tongue from this country
At last, we had to be inhibitory
We became infantry.
And fought for the country
That was highly started …
From 21 February.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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