неделя, 22 май 2022 г.

A poem by Sajim Shine, Bangladesh

 Rajatika       (15/05/22)


 _____________ // Sajim Shine,


 It is said that I was born in the spirit of freedom

 There was no Rajatika on my forehead.


 With the fresh smell of motherland in the chest

 Wandered from village to city port.


 I am excited, I am radiant

 The wounded heart is filled with the glory of the alphabet.

_______________________

Bangladesh.



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