Poems and Poetry

Joy Bangla Sheikh Mujib Jāgalō call Entertaining the Bengali. War like they wearing It Thai dance. Lover was on fire it is Jbālalō Mujibur. In the face of all bengalis, The same song. Played the win win On the go on the morning raṇi That Sound & enemy's chest Thunder Wave. It is that the Bengali Ace it.

genocide day poem (Black night) In the life of the bengalis in a night, Your scary rabbits bred, night Mark in the history of the black night, I am alone in the month of March, pam̐ciśēra night This night is the result of the enemy, hands Not sleeping people morning, All around shooting flames of the fire, Staying in screaming in our blood now, Barbaric enemies so unmattā, The Wave Ām̐dhārē'i, genocide, The night was not someone's security, No their not human entity.

Twenty-five black night All of a sudden so much noise at night, Hello is knocked out of the clouds and flashes of lightning? Not being around shooting lightning, Nibicare beating people spontaneously open, What tears! What screams! Kiye cry! Burning man burning in the city of Tarin dhuya flying. Sympathize with our monsters, smiling teeth match, The dark night of history to draw on

Sarare Move! Move quickly !! The statue of the High Court Move! Fire burning in chest Increasing twice, where are you? Sarare Move! Move quickly! ! Where is the Muslim are you? Ghumasa dead or alive Memories of you neck knife They believe steal. Sarare Move! Move quickly! ! No provision abhese statue? The rules of the Koran. O ye do not tell me! What provisions confer standing at the statue? Sarare Move! Move quickly! ! What is so parapari? The law is built on the mind of Marie latthi Now the land of Islam Discipline is doing what he is are they? Sarare Move! Move quickly! ! What is it about the game? And we should not neglect And the country, those maghera O bear! Stand back! Sarare Move! Move quickly! ! The statue of the High Court Move!

My leg Ali They are returning to the fight, With thousands pal. With a red carpet will Amcalakhani whereabouts. What a joy to see, Their razzle-dazzle. Bring forward a little way, Lamp burning torch. They are returning with great joy, Moved dancing moved. Uracche the plume, Raising both hands in the air. How long that they do not eat, Good or bad puddle. How many terms that ramdhalo mother, Never heard anyone admit. It sudhaya her mother, Empty-handed meal. Accumulation in the chest, Daly thousand words. How many breast bharalo, Kauro remained empty. When will you come, Ali, my leg?

Rob fight I was in the eighth grade students. How old are they, Just thirteen fourteen. Rob fight around! Free! Free! Free! No longer will anyone We have been under. Desataya respond to the fallen! Lathisotha which have, So stand up! And on tagabagiye Fresh blood is boiling! We'll do today, Free land. Everybody ready for war, There is no one sitting. How much Raised gun, Five of the seven villages sucks. Lieutenant Right! Lieutenant Right! Lower're training pants The torn shorts. Students and the public peasantry, There was no one home. Suddenly the news comes in the village, Pak chase. Rob harness around the harness, Do not get the news. Command ---- You can give a group of beriketa, Large street. There will be a group of gun in hand, Digging large holes. Advised us that, You go first. Come and dip it in the water, Take that number. What madness! What excitement! Do not understand that. I though

Mama freedom fighters' Discounts were sitting at the table reading, Come to Mama stood beside him, Sujan Ray? Achina sitting silently, why? It seems very worried about that? Sujan said, perish the background of independence. Well, Mama, how much do you know about it? What do you see war? How old were you then? Mama said, 'What happened? Little! Wear shorts! This is just like torai. So you did not fight, Heard the ear. After all this time forgot, I did not feel anything. Mama biltura freedom, Blessed be! Blessed is he! He fought with arms For the motherland. How is the story of the war, He said proudly, Would not you like to hear biltu Was rife with pride. Ray yum! This is my sorrow, The uncle of one of my uncle, There is no freedom. Book cetiye uncle said, Hello, you say? So what did not fight, Not a freedom fighter? I was at the battle field, But the war's cruel trick. Otherwise, what do you say so easily, It was independent. If you he

The Lakshmi sonara Kiddie's sonara Head stand up. We are independent, we Bengali This is our boast. I'm not a slave selami Am not a slave to anyone. Mother tongue at home Book is filled with breath. How to get to this country, I had to fight. The history of down, Spread stories and poems. You need to know, The history of this country. Who have been blessed, I live safely. You are the spirit of the Liberation War, May inspire you. Determination to build up the country, The pure voice. Like the mother earth, The people were, Happily apade danger and sorrow, Dhuke difficult disease to anyone, Stand beside them. Have you looked at the country, You have to remove the pain, Your sweat of your labor, To develop cities and villages, Happiness at home. A drop of ink in the face of the country, Do not take a firm stand, Take a look at the ever-eye, Do not let them land, A sand particles. Will face over the country, Who sadhyi you against me, Take a

Bangabandhu Return Day A particularly memorable day, The canvas of the mind. Today is a happy memory, Floats in front of the eyes. Thor Thor kampi excitement, Emotion troubled mind. Do not know when that will be, The great turning point. Bengali children's heroes, Nayan Moni Bengalis. When satisfied at the hearing, His voice heard. Jayo frequent shouting, Resound around. Seven million in the face of the above, Featured away. Finally, he came to falls, Set foot on the ground. Eye ground is the land of dreams, My mother's mother. Millions of people in the crowd, That can be seen in him. Heart filled with festive joy, Ban calls hrdayete. He stood on the stage that emotion, Kanthakhani kampila. I love people watching, Nico's eyes water stops. His tears barely countrymen, Cried happily mind. January tenth the happy memories, This is still going on.

The martyrs Rafiq, Salam, Barkat Jabbar, The name is very dear to us, And they had the first, Sbadhikarera claims. And they had the hands, Your room key. How sikhalo they are true, Is difficult to make an oath. How poured blood, To fight unto death. And they showed how, Is to seek a genuine demand. How the people, The release is singing.

Pakistan's dad Pakistan's dad, Sat down to play chess, Tadhina tadhina seye dancing, Paw was increased. A B C alphabet, He thought up the catch. Some say that byatadera, Kile will be frozen. They lost our mother tongue, Incorrigible incorrigible die. Stupid ass Bengalis, Panata eat rice. And they caraghusi kilei, Kupokat be. And babaji Jinnah! Mother's words so straight Quenched kinya you? Panata rice, the son of the soil, Like the hard ground. Kiel ghusike daraya Nico, Bahiye gave blood.

Poems and Poetry: How do I respond :       How do I respond Sweet Bengali language, Mitaya hope refreshes the mind, Bengali soul gives light, That is to say, well, Did yo...

One pharati Four Ray will not succumb! Do not succumb! One pharati Four. The address is not whether, Cremation or burial. How dare they! They shake their heads. Urdutake catch, In mother tongue. Firing tear gas, Not scared at all. Blood breast tell Ganges, Still did not go hote. The state language like Bengali, This is it. The dead heroes, Fell that day's drum. February twenty-first date, Then at noon. Bahannara the event, However, what is forgotten at any time.

Bloodshot highway Bahannara Twenty-date, Reddish highway. The world was startled, Shake shocked. Alas for the Bengali language, Life gave a smile. Such events in the world, Is there any country? Mother's idea of what I wanted to say, We have to shoot? If the world is wrong, When the ball is heard? The womb of time can not be lost, Since unisasa fifty-two. Will write in golden, Mahakala infinity. .................................................

A group of rogue Great joy out of the neck, Takadhika takadhida shaking hands and feet They dance. A group of rogue. They Pakistani, On every hit, Perfidy started. Came to take away the language, Can not say that word, I am dumb rule, exploiting, I do not know pain. The coward is a coward, They are not slaves. At fought race tomorrow tomorrow, Its history. Bahannate they were understood, How tough this race. Not only the mother's bhasarao How many fans that they are. If not, they do so on the streets, Can pour out the blood? .................................................

Valentine's Day Philanthropy philanthropy love nature, Let one today. Come build in the heart of hearts, Taj with love. Give it up to my father today, A rose bud. Give mom sayatane the apron, Belly full of flavor. The day bhaye bhaye barely, Let us embrace. Sister give me the head of the pack, Random hair. Including his wife, son, daughter, As more people. Let today be filled with love Pour wholeheartedly. Sad poor orphan, You see the smiles. Love was not you dropped out, Their neighbors. Animals or the dog, Love it gets. That no one is deprived, Let's hope this is. Inspired by nature, love, Put a plant. Do not get me bisbapreme hand, Garite tradition.

Valentine's Day Do not come, do not come GO GO brother, sister, Do not come family friends. Cultivate with love today, Loving great Indus. What father and mother love, Article sisters. In how much hope, With that in mind be crazy. There are many forms of love, World so wonderful, Come on, let's have washed the ink, I love pure heart. At the heart of all there is love, Between man give me away, I awake humanity, Prevention of crime, Let patriotism. What I love about this? What is love? Laje face covered civilized society, We come to the road. In this era of globalization, love, Why is limited to voice? Universal love barely, Love to be rich.

    Compose immortal What arrangement between fifty-two. Slogan rally the whole country, Became rough. I want! I want !! I want !!! The state would Bengali! This caoyate least, There is no compromise. Murshidabad plot, Will break! Break! Although the Holy Blood to play, Bring alphabet. The sight of the blood of the West, Stood with arms up, Of rain fell. Fresh soul fell asleep, Crying and tears, The history of the creation

      How do I respond Sweet Bengali language, Mitaya hope refreshes the mind, Bengali soul gives light, That is to say, well, Did you hear any of the songs in this language. Dulabe head, heart dance, Life would be cool. They brought the Bengali language, Calalo chess pawn. Gilabe the alphabet, Cabaya katamatiye. Bengalis lost language It'd be mukhacasa, Stupid guys timid disposition, There will be constant lack of yours, Did not face any claims, Panata pepper rice gasp, Caution aware !!! Bengalis cinisa Hello? Shire courage on the shroud! They do not see a sign! How crowds, Bajrakantha talking, They are being charged. Not for our language, Maya lack of pity. What gave the ox, The answer to broken teeth.

       Birthday Poems With regards Happy birthday, Remember the forgotten days, Blessed are those who have. Sadyaphota a rose, At the same time a little sweet talk, There for them. →→ The others are snehadhanya, Morrow always love at every moment, Rinijhini punk tunes as happiness, At my small heart, I filled quilt. Day and night are filled with happiness, If not you go to touch sorrow, Success comes to the matter, Let the brothers forever, The opening prayer and Ashish, Dinu confer all. Sudhiba love so much with what, So sit down and mourn. Kehaba my children the same, Kehaba soul brother

                  International Women's Day (Ananya)     And after our house before,                    If the daughter is.     Nako mouth open as the Dar charge,                    He will Ananya.     Leave lokalaja do not worry,              Fear is not in doubt at any time that is not at any time,     Mabona call him and say, listen, listen,                     By virtue of knowledge in science are skilled,     I see no obstacle to the match?                     Women do not call matheghate water retreated,     Who does not know these women are everywhere,                     Not you want to accept, but I have to say,      Let us shoulder to shoulder with men safely,                      Not to go beyond the neck .................