Revolution of the Heart

With life in hand, people rise with a cry,

Calling to uproot the roots of injustice high.

We dream of building a unique, just Bangladesh,

A land of fairness, where wrongs are refreshed.

The scent of fresh blood fills the air,

Awakening humanity’s spirit everywhere.

How much more blood do you, the inhumane, demand?

The fire in human hearts will forever withstand.

No bullets can extinguish this burning flame,

As terrified citizens, with love's sacred claim,

Cling to a life they now loathe and disdain,

Fanning the embers, enduring the pain.

They ignite their souls, awaiting the breeze,

That will bring justice, setting hearts at ease.

Their cries reach the heavens, their tears touch the ground,

In the silence of despair, a fierce hope is found.

For every drop of blood spilled in vain,

A thousand voices rise to resist the pain.

Through streets and fields, the chant resounds,

Breaking shackles where tyranny abounds.

A mother's wail, a child's silent stare,

Fuel the revolution; their grief declares:

"Enough of oppression, enough of the strife,

We demand dignity, we reclaim life."

Let the winds of change sweep through the land,

Let unity and courage take a stand.

The ashes of martyrs will nourish the soil,

Their sacrifice shall not be spoiled.

From the darkness of despair, a dawn will arise,

A nation reborn under hopeful skies.

Together we'll build a Bangladesh that's free,

A beacon of justice, for all to see.

4/8/24 The day before Independence