Jun 2020
Gazing at your face,
I discover a heavenly grace.
Grace of love and humanity,
A great leader without lackluster vanity.
I respect you dear,
Intensely without fear.
O brave adamant leader!
Having sky-heart so broader.
To create a new state,
You were gifted from fate.
A gifted child on holy soil,
To defeat the Pakistani colonial turmoil.
At the cost of millions of lives,
Blessings came as Bangladesh revives.
A new state, a reborn earth,
As an oasis of hope in desert dearth.
O Bangabandhu! It's your voice,
Makes me spirited in despair to rejoice.
I brush aside all evils around,
And step firmly on hard ground.
I discover a heavenly grace.
Grace of love and humanity,
A great leader without lackluster vanity.
I respect you dear,
Intensely without fear.
O brave adamant leader!
Having sky-heart so broader.
To create a new state,
You were gifted from fate.
A gifted child on holy soil,
To defeat the Pakistani colonial turmoil.
At the cost of millions of lives,
Blessings came as Bangladesh revives.
A new state, a reborn earth,
As an oasis of hope in desert dearth.
O Bangabandhu! It's your voice,
Makes me spirited in despair to rejoice.
I brush aside all evils around,
And step firmly on hard ground.
I wrote this poem about Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman. He is the father of the nation of Bangladesh. Through liberation war in 1971, he created a secular state named Bangladesh. He fought against the colonial rule of Pakistan. I wrote this poem out of love for Bangabandhu.
