Rifat Ara Begum

I see the destruction,,
Not victory.
I see deadbody,,
only deprivation.
I feel frail,,
No modesty.
All dreams fragile,,
Only nasty.
At the time of bloody history,,
Make an awful mystery.
The shadow of devil,,
Trickling down evil.
Masses become panicked.
By smelling of the odour of third world war.
All barricades of thorn around the earth
Bloody outlook of demon is very near.
There is no festive,,,
No positive
No pure situation.
It is the fog of third world war.
They adhere to the property of earth.
They selfish,,,
They can dismiss,,
All expectation of democracy.
We are face to face.
The mirror of unexpected truth.
We need honesty.
What an amazing condition!!!
How dreadful negotiation!!!
Never & Never
We can’t vanish our democracy forever.
Be conscious,,,
Be courageous,,
Come close at hand,,
To make independence land.
We not rascal,,
Sword of democracy in our hand.
No Dead body here and there,,,
Light up democratic fire,,
No third world war.