O Brave Bir Tikendrajit!
You r heart is still thirsty
You are still the same hungry lion
My mother is pouring out all her blood
For you, gulp it slurp it
Ask her too for the flesh
She will never remind you
The land you died for.
She will never say a word to you
She is all yours
But you can never be a son to her
Look at your blood stained street
Still it will be walked
I must tell you
“It is just an incident to add a single orphan
In this orphanage”
Now you play the politics with bullets
Not with your blood stained sword.
Mother saved me
From your politics of bullets
I will grow up like any other orphan
Remembering this day and this road
But I swear to you Tikendrajit by my mother’s blood
That I will never pluck a flower for and from this land
I will never move a stone for them and you
And I will live till the day I see this land drowns
In my memory of this day
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