The day when the treacherous sound of bullets
Disappears like magic
When the earth and atmosphere
Doesn’t seem so tragic
The day when women and children
Live out of cold fear
Of losing fathers, brothers, husbands, sons
That they hold so dear
When you have your flag
And I have mine
No more blood is spilled
And everyone’s fine
On one side, a deep, emerald green
Emblazoned with a shimmering moon and star
As the wind forces the flag to display
The Pakistanis as who they are
On the other side, a proud, bold red circle
Cushioned in a bed of solid, loyal green
A new flag shows off its freedom
Dancing carefree in the breeze
In surrounding houses, families run joyfully out of their homes
Basking in their freedom to live
Free to work, free to play
Free to speak the language they love
So the nation was divided
Split wholly into two
Speech was shared between two different languages
Known as Bangla and Urdu
East Pakistan was recreated
After all the struggle and stress
To a country where pride is fortune
For the people of Bangladesh
To this day, we urge everyone
To speak with fire, in their mother tongue
As a tribute to those who suffered
Living in peril for so long
The Shaheed Minar is a martyrs’ monument
Dedicated to the bravery of students who were slain
The day Dhaka University met its darkest hour
International Mother Language Day
