Come And Make Yourself

M Mahtab Bangalee Mahtab Bangalee
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Bricks, sands, cements made this house- The concrete house; house of backbone, backbone for a nation, to stand; stand with rising head, the head of respect; the head of reputation, for honor; to be honorable nation, to carry the pride of nation, as the statue of knowledge. From 1921, you were the universe Universe of city; city of knowledge, day by day you were only the knowledge, knowledge to know self; to know self esteem, you were the pride; the pride of superior team, the goddess of knowledge brought up you, In 1952, from you, we found the freedom of mother tongue, We found our linguistic ethnicity, We found our speech of liberation, From your lap we drew the sun of our nationality. By crawling of time we are now in sovereignty. The dawn of your lap is full of knowledge, The field of your greenery is full of study, Crowded reaper, solitary reaper, lonely reaper, All reaper are obedient there are with the scythe of study, Studious all souls are in full stamina of wisdom, Stamina for fighting in the field of new study, Stamina for combating in the arena of inventive knowledge, For learning there is no hedge; for falling no edge, Goddess Saraswati looks after all the learning phrase. No deity comes to make hair fighting there are No deity comes to punch; to boxing there are No deity raises hand for the Ravana there are No deity cheers up with the lewd there are The last Airbender absorbed all function of air I am whispered here- The politics; Polity of lechery; carry you to butchery Carry you to the political fair of fear Carry you to the incentive care of panic monger O' the mower of study; how lower you are! How will be the morrow which is every near! The heights of hour is in your punch; in your power But to the morrow the mason of blood can borrow The fort of protection for self as Nero And for you the port of sorrow! Here is dawn; there is dusk Decaying the rump in every task Time comes; time goes The great time unmask you In the lane of hellish grasp! Still time worships you; greets you To come back to see the masonry wall The wall of knowledge; knowledge of universe From 1921 the universe's city To gain self esteem with its pure study - January 24,2018 Chittagong

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