Those streaks of silver lightning released by festering troops,
pierced unanimously the iron cage of a thousand flowers.
The roots that nourished these flowers shivered and brimmed.
A cascade of sleep-deprived tears, agonies, and fiery-revenge.
Solidarity overwhelmed the gardeners of the endangered gardens,
to topple the towering mountain, casting off her evil shadow.
Raucous sound-grenades, aimless gun fire, demonic blabberings of her accomplices,
could never conquer the celestial whispers of leaden hearts in the night sent to heaven.
But those of her evil interventions fastened the flowery-storm raging with justice in hand.
The holy, overarching march of independence turned to a tempest,
dwarfed a fleet of imposters, shimmered far more than sunrays
returned every betrayer to the den, concealed every tyrannical movement
and finally,
toppled the towering mountain.
Md Sajid Hossain is studying in the department of English at the University of Asia Pacific.
