The Endless Woe Poem by Sakib Jamal

In the month of mourn, in bangalee's heart
Lamentation goes on continuously.
Bangla where the blood of Bangabandhu soaked-
August remains doleful badly.

In that '75, In dark night, The frenzied killers
Blemished the nation,
They became unrestrained wolves to kill.
Crore of hearts fall into lamentation.

If our Bangabandhu were alive
It would have been our real victory,
Long time ago, In golden Bangla-
The better days would have begun then nicely.

At last, after hanging the killers
The nation clears their flaws.
But, still now 'Cry Bangalee, Cry! '
Because of this endless woe.