Bangladesh, a safari for the rulers,
Where struggle for freedom and democracy
Never ends
Where people are the fatal deer
That running away towards a lion
To get rid of a tiger
And Vice-versa
Where devils sing the angel's song
Where under every footstep
There is a freshly grave
Where the entire land is a graveyard
Where the dead men and women dwelling
As if alive they are!
Bangladesh is a land of sneakers
Where struggle for freedom and democracy
Never ends
It is important to post poems such as this; to not only tell the rest of the world about the plight but let them know how lucky they are not to experience it. Thanks, Rahman
I'm impressed of the way you think it my honorable poet. I'm grateful to you...
Bangladesh is a land of sneakers Where struggle for freedom and democray Never ends
Bangladesh, a safari for the rulers, Where struggle for freedom and democracy Never ends ~ really great write
Brave utterances set aside for deep reflective thought. We must be vigilant at all times, the fight for freedom is a perpetual struggle. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
yeah right- Bangladesh is a land of sneakers Where struggle for freedom and democracy Never ends nice..10+++
well written. yes struggle for freedom and democracy never ends.offer you a great salute
I know this poem is about Bangladesh, and I know you are a poet, so I am reading this as universal. Your lines perfectly reflect the government of the country I live in, and I suspect every country in the world. I especially love this line: Where devils sing the angel's song. Always they say at the end of their lies: and may God bless america.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Struggle for freedom and democracy never ends..........
Thanks and wishes, dear....