Will you glance with silent eyes
No more talking,
There was a lot to say
But, they remained as it is.
The hand holding the sword,
The same hand holding the pen-
Enlightens the consciousness
The silence was broken.
Back in the womb of tomorrow,
On the banks of the river Kunur-
Oh Dukhu Mia came
Freedom of conscience awakens.
There was a dark night,
You were a passenger with us-
By showing light to the unfortunate Bengalis
Pave way the path to humanity.
Being radiant forever
We remain wake up in that fascination-
The scope of the light of knowledge increased
By those narrations of yours.
You came during the storm of Jaistha,
Took farewell in Bhadro-
Twenty-three years of creativity
Brought all the novelty in the planet.
Oct 17, 2021
Oct 17, 2021 at 9:12 PM UTC
Will you glance with silent eyes
No more talking,
There was a lot to say
But, they remained as it is.
The hand holding the sword,
The same hand holding the pen-
Enlightens the consciousness
The silence was broken.
Back in the womb of tomorrow,
On the banks of the river Kunur-
Oh Dukhu Mia came
Freedom of conscience awakens.
There was a dark night,
You were a passenger with us-
By showing light to the unfortunate Bengalis
Pave way the path to humanity.
Being radiant forever
We remain wake up in that fascination-
The scope of the light of knowledge increased
By those narrations of yours.
You came during the storm of Jaistha,
Took farewell in Bhadro-
Twenty-three years of creativity
Brought all the novelty in the planet.
Our beloved poet Kazi Nazrul Islam used to be known by the name, Dukhu Mia; An unknown disease made him deaf; Jaistha and Bhadro are two months of the Greater Bengal.
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