Fire Storm in 1969

Magnolia Dahlia became sadden

Butterflies were mourning

In the Curzon Hall front-garden,

Nearby medical clinics rushed

Spraying smell of death of protesters

For native autonomy

Young Bengalis became rebellious

On Universities’ conscious campus

It once exploded in 1952

Again in 1962

Tried to reach at own destiny

Discovering national identity

Ramna Park

Race-course ground

Miraculously lived miserable

Though groomed in humble

With fruitless flowers,

And depressed buds

Failed to hug chanting birds,

Like other springs

Their betrayal fueled frustration

Colonial love divided deep

In the eastern heart

Of the holy lands

Of isolation and exploitation

While God was watching,

Victims shouted golden ‘eleven points’

Raising fist on sky,

For equity, humanity, dignity, civility

In front of the High court,

The Press club,

Historic Palton,

The President house,

The State bank,

‘The Daily Pakistan’,

The sun and the earth became together

Holding our tearful river

Defending our mother

Our children

Our future

Against dark devil monster

Innocent blood,

Injured human bodies

Poor but angry banners festoons

Brutally torched and trashed

Behind cruel military trucks,

On our native Streets

Motiur became martyr around the secretariat

Aasad was killed near Ayub Gate

Monu Mia championed

Sacrificing own life

Agonised soil became exploding volcano

All stood strong to strive

For national survive

Foreign rulers did all

To erase our unique identity

With racial conspiracy

In name of Islamic solidarity

They tried to gag east Bengal

And bury our furious soul

They threw Zuha Zohurul Mujib

Into the imprisonment

In the military court

In the cantonment

Killing of Zohur blazed the city

Angry people stood up

Roared like attacked tigers

To free Mujib and others

Succumbed General freed him later

Without any condition

In disgraceful emotion.

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