Struggle For Freedom And Democracy Poem by Rahman Henry - Poem Hunter
Struggle For Freedom And Democracy
Poem by Rahman Henry
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
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom, people, struggle
Poem Submitted: Friday, November 20, 2015
Poem Edited: Saturday, November 21, 2015
Form: Free Verse
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yeah right-
Report ReplyBangladesh 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
Report ReplyI 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.
Report ReplyA heart-rending write and a powerful poem about the never-ending struggle for freedom and justice in Bangladesh. So well written Rahman, thank you for sharing!
Report ReplyWell written feature of present Bangladesh.....
Report ReplyBangladesh, a safari for the rulers,
Report ReplyWhere 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
'Bangladesh is a land of sneakers
Report ReplyWhere struggle for freedom and
democracy
Never ends'
Great (y)
Your thought is really right. Good ink! I love this poem. Thank you so much dearest poet Rahman Henry.
Report ReplyI'm happy to get your opinion.... dear poet @ Chandan
Report ReplyWhere devils sing the angel's song
Report ReplyWhere 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!
Where the entire land is a graveyard........
Report Reply...and... that's the fact....
Bangladesh, a safari for the rulers,
Report ReplyWhere struggle for freedom and democracy
Never ends
It's my pleasure to hear from you...
A prophesy of Bangladesh.... I really agreed, dear poet, Love this poem....
Report ReplyI know no word to thank you, keep in touch, dear...
Bangladesh is a land of sneakers
Report ReplyWhere struggle for freedom and democray
Never ends
I'm really happy, my dear...
Where people are the fatal deer
Report ReplyThat runing away towards a lion
To get rid of a tiger
And viceversa
Love...... thanks once again....
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
Report ReplyI'm impressed of the way you think it my honorable poet. I'm grateful to you...
Struggle for freedom and democracy never ends..........
Report ReplyThanks and wishes, dear....