On a Day of Mourning
Md. Anser Ali
On such a day, today I stand,
Arrived at sorrow’s gate;
You have departed, leaving me
An orphan in my fate.
Your legacy stands lofty high,
Engraved in golden line;
Through deeds you proved your strength and worth,
Among the fulfilled you shine.
You took the helm as a beacon bright,
A giver, noble and true;
In spreading education you led the way,
Setting the rhythm and cue.
Rabeya Khatun, a noble woman,
Known for virtues wide;
Not new to the northeast she is—
Her fame spreads far and wide.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 8:28 PM UTC
On a Day of Mourning
Md. Anser Ali
On such a day, today I stand,
Arrived at sorrow’s gate;
You have departed, leaving me
An orphan in my fate.
Your legacy stands lofty high,
Engraved in golden line;
Through deeds you proved your strength and worth,
Among the fulfilled you shine.
You took the helm as a beacon bright,
A giver, noble and true;
In spreading education you led the way,
Setting the rhythm and cue.
Rabeya Khatun, a noble woman,
Known for virtues wide;
Not new to the northeast she is—
Her fame spreads far and wide.