Leader of the mass

A people without fear
boldly joining the cause
where rivers run to the sea
distinguishing Origin and Culture
embracing the Movement call
ignoring killer machines.
In the land of a thousand tales
where People fight and smile
readily reconciling at time
one name stands upright--

BANGABANDHU SHEIKH MUJIBUR RAHMAN.

He was born to serve.
He was a true leader.
He sketched the uprising.
He was an astute politician.
He was the architect of Liberation.

A personality matched by few.
He went through the process,
in turn he became larger than life
vowing independence
murmuring Right from Tungi Para
across Bengal as a rabble rouser
on the podium he announced freedom,
as Muktis fought hand in hand with the Indians
many fleeing their homes
as the worst Genocide broke loose
uplifting timid seconds
clueless against endless destruction.

A down to Earth soul,
he proved Rabindranath wrong.
A speech delivered on 7th March
while three million would give their lives;
sisters got raped within little strength,
blinded by the call
as Bangabandhu hindsight;
forgave the wretched,
shadowed by people with masks,
a bloody uprising in August '75.
Luck gave in to conspiracy,
who wiped out his akin,
as he lay on the stairs,
with dripping blood;
his favorite pipe in hand
disgruntled army cut loose.
They too were part of Liberation...

Death separates us all
from the insiders who were cursed,
killing the Father of the Nation,
paving way for more disillusion.
Lawlessness gripped the Green Flag,
while rule and divide began,
ignored were the real masses,
helpless they stood in front of the world,
chanting foolish sensory,
wondering of the sensible outcome,
remembering the man who served time,
for people whom he loved,
thinking little of personal wants,
setting trends to oust evil whims.
Who never thought twice?
Like in the killing fields,
still families are at awe.
Shying away from Ideologies
of the Great Man
Standing Tall in Remembrance--

SHEIKH MUJIBUR RAHMAN!