False Water
I salute the sacrifice of the Liberation War of Bangladesh in 1971.
O Water on my palm! Tell me no lie!
The colorless wet I know, today turns redder
Autumn lips of sunlight girl, how becomes darker?
Can you answer I quest, how truth gets muddy and why?
O Water on my palm! Tell me no lie!
My fate marinates gun powder; I am free in my dream;
Your chest parades dead corpses and Catfishes tear scream.
Could you stop moving and saying them “Fie?”
O Water on my palm! Tell me no lie!
The pitcher shatters when it sees your stain on forehead
Mother love seeks those eyes from the smashed socket head
Why you water not so fresh like the freedom of the sky?
O Water on my palm! Tell me no lie!
You possess the Life but not the metaphor you mean;
Why you are so dirty dear and why my tear is clean?
(2009)
One day when the Liberation war of Bangladesh in 1971 was happening, a freedom fighter came to his village to see his family condition. Before he entered to his home, he had gone to the pond near of his village. He saw the blue water of the pond turned red and he understood what the enemy has done to his family and village people. He could not drink the water but cry and then he discovered the difference between the color of his tear and the color of the pond water.
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