@RajkumarMukherjee
night long go along
silent procession
‘recognise my mother tongue’
is the cry within each soul
that guards all our hope
the black turmac
is overflowed with blood
blood of my brothers
cleanse the roads
with showers of thousand bullets
still the procession moves on
touch of blood galvanises
their stubbornness
before the dawn they learn
language is their mother
as is the country
and the bondage can’t be broken
who knew then
the martyrs of twentieth
brought such glory to the nation
that glow of Mother Language Day
21st February, flows all over
