Ariful Hossain Anuwar
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On the Mother Language Day
A flower that smells of pure bliss keeps an observance to the ground It's a serene one sitting beneath the stars down on earth The moon, far, far, seven swell down, loves to drop into her stage. The Bay of Bengal waves, music has gotten beneath the skin. The leaves furl out off the deep wood with the catcalls singing out to the top of the trees, sorting with the lush cotillion . Heavensent, that was in one sanguine day in the spring. The Mother’s Language Movement in 1952 picked like this on the eighth of native Falgun month — oh magic did it unleash! On that day our cherished sisters were shot dead They could swallow the pellets with grins but wo n’t give up demanding the sanctioned status for the Bangla mama lingo. Angels wrapped round the killers amid lamenting maters
By Ariful Hossain Anuwar15 days ago in History