Where the rights, bliss and voice not uneven
The beauties of terrain bestowed equally
Amidst celestial and mental health.
The thoughts are free, festive and frame of mind
To deal normal series of life;
This is the freedom we expect to survive.
It was dark, dicey and mucky
We walked night and day to brawl
Against all the misdeeds who bumped off
Men, women and children and even alone
To take the blood in full, they burnt
Bushes, hedges, houses and roofs
Every where their footsteps went on
And all these debris were outdone at last
To find a place to survive with tranquility.
Our pick to see and budge with patience
Daunted with chorus to mourn or glee
To have endless idyllic peace.
Like the cute voice in the daze of a child
Have down pat on provoking.
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This is about the freedom of Bangladesh which has been emergent in 1971 after long struggle through the sacrifice of our beloved countrymen.