Literature

Mujib, I want Bangla, the silent sky, the silent wind whispered in my ear, Mujib, I want Bangla, a new society, new people have changed Bangla. Gradually, it seems that the familiar nature has become unfamiliar; faces and masks, clothes and bodies have become unfamiliar. The people of Bengal have forgotten to love, have forgotten justice, and have even forgotten humanity. Everyone is busy pursuing their own interests in the name of humanity, Mujib, I want Bangla. Today, golden Bengal does not have that familiar melody; that eternal song; Jari, Shari, Bhatiali rural songs, no sweet songs in the voice of Baul melodies! This change is unacceptable. Mujib, I want Bangla. The procession of corpses that has increased in the Bengal of dreams today, anew again…