| Politico-Bangladesh |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Hate |
|
O,beloved mother
What sons are we? Begotten of your soil! Coward,gluttonous,greedy beast. We are devoid of spirit that Drives to deep goodness. We are 'hollow man' 'Our headpiece filled with straws.' We are not fit for anything We are a box of nothing! Your beloved heart is ravished Ravished and raped by the interlopers. We are playing chess with them. We have lost our heroism Bravery is a rare thing to found. Crazy men are caged Beautiful woman had to Come outside from their hearth To rule our unmanly man. |
বুধবার, ৯ মে, ২০১২
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