First published in Daily Star, Bangladesh. Click here to read.
The scents and colours of the morning arouse the wetness of the night. The dewdrop splendour awakens the dawning sunrise drenched in colours of gold, grey and orange, asking much of the skies; to unite — unite across the border line, to make sure each soldier returns home to their waiting wives, mothers and children. The battle stops raging. The anger calms — no longer flows deep through the veins of the Earth (Click here to complete the poem)