Lost Dream

Revolutionaries laid down their lives fearlessly

With a dream in their eyes

To liberate the nation from hunger 

From  suppression of all kinds,

To see the smile of happiness 

In the faces of their dear ones. 

Suffering mass killing 

The nation got their dream true

But just for a few days 

Or only for few months. 

Again the old systems of Suppression

In different forms,

Again the same narrative 

In different songs, 

Again the same tone of slavery, 

Again head down foreign policy,

Again the efforts to befool the people,  

Again falsehood, again treachery, 

Again conspiracy with 

The people of our own.

Are we those groups of people

Who would never get 

The taste of freedom in their lives,

Would never enjoy the desired happiness 

Till the doomsday? 

Are we such luckless people

Whose sufferings would never end

Whose offsprings would never breathe

 In the fresh air of God’s beautiful realm?

(Manzar Alam from Bangladesh)