The birds are terrorists!

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Political Poem of Ali Hossain

I want to spread my wings, love the open sky
I did not imprison you that day, because of this right
Yet, today I am an inmate of an open prison
And, he's the prison guard, I know
Not I am, but you!

Thinking you will breathe, I loosened the chest rib
Immigrant you, I will float with you forever, in this thought.
Look, I'm floating in a raft of gunpowder today.
And you became the ruler of that sky
Not I am, but you!

I thought I would live forever clinging to the shade of olive trees
Not cut, but in the folds of poetry, I will find you.
That's me, the fan jumps at the sound of the cannon today, sleep.
Although he is the word-master, everyone knows
I am not, you are!

I held back the tears... for eight decades
To share the pain of longing, secretly with you.
Today he is dry, like Chatak's voice.
Who is the creator of this thirst! the world knows
I am not, you are!

What was wrong with the bird! Why is he a foreigner in his own land?
He never wanted to capture the mid-ocean current
Did not break anyone's dream, the right to float a boat.
However, in which right of his life
Occupier you!

In defense of any right pluck the bud, break its wings,
Why the color of the open sky is red today
Push childhood to the door of premature aging?
I know, this is a sign of premature aging
Rubbing that, he is you!

This question is for you, O world-turner, O Gangchil
Why, against this deluge, I sing, I sing death-song
I won't listen to this simple lesson of love from your lips -
Not a hunter, but a nest-lost bird pounces,
He becomes a terrorist!
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