Victory after long since...

I didn't belonged to the earth at the time of the birth of the country. It was long run. Some times i can touch the time. I can feel the rhyme and rhythm through my fathers tell. Some times when i see the sign of 71 to his leg it pinch my heart. What i did for them???

When I read the the book "AMI BIRONGONA BOLCHI' 10 years back it also pinch me. What our generation did for them???

When i see the red and green together I fell proud that I'm independent. I know that if the freedom fighters dont fought for these two color what would happen? they never make me to raise my voice or cant shout and call my mother. When some one hang the flag but don't give any respect to it...it mourn me...


What would happen if i couldn't do so??? It only suffered me! Or the 150million pople??? Some times it makes me funny to others...but I think...I mourn...

I found some times myself  with the boy who sells the flag...with the farmer who dreams to the green..the people who cultivate the red...It gives me smell of victory... i get it..i can touch it...Though the victory days of fought gone long since from today...