Our victory day
The Importance of International Mother Tongue Day
There
is no denying the fact that by our active movement, it is documented as
International Mother language Day on 21st February in every year
through out the whole world and it is consecrated by swaging flowers and holding
the memories in the highest regard to those language martyrs who had laid down
their lives for the cause of launching the dignity of our survival as a nation
uprising our heads like other nations virtually. 21st February
is a red-letter day in the history of our mother tongue. It is a very
significant day in view of the good verdict that we have been able to pioneer our
mother tongue as our state language. It is our glory and inspiration that we
have accomplished freedom from the movement of this day. We think that we could
not have achieved our freedom if 21st February had not emerged in 1952. Due to the
movement of this day, we have shown our agitation against the rulers of the
then-Pakistan.
To speak the truth, the 21st February, as a symbol of blazing illumination, is our rectitude for which our survival as the Bengali nation has been reproduced
throughout the whole world. As compared to the socioeconomic condition of the
erstwhile Pakistan,
the recent economic profile, so far, data have been collected in due course has
been enumerated as follows:
Forlorn
Time is
soaring, but knack is wan away all
When humans are run by forlorn and fall;
Parallel to shadowy, privation and curse
Jostled for violence, commotion and hush.
Not even a solo rest delicately set to the fore
To bestow modesty and valour allied in score.
For kindling love, sanctity and vigour of mind
And high whack for mores and legacy declined.
Along despondent, moved by home and hearth
From hunting to seizing and morale to dearth
For clear exhorting and trailing of funds
Nix the issue of morals, even care and trust
Time is art, but flare if it is ranging glow
Apropos, thoroughness to gently blow
The destiny of search amid the golden age
Where the crooks move along in an entourage
Like symbolising honour, the flags of red and green
To blow our soil to harmonise sanctity and discipline
To cross the tavern to move with the beauties of truth
For peace and happiness through everlasting growth
Parallel to shadowy, privation and curse
Jostled for violence, commotion and hush.
Not even a solo rest delicately set to the fore
To bestow modesty and valour allied in score.
For kindling love, sanctity and vigour of mind
And high whack for mores and legacy declined.
Along despondent, moved by home and hearth
From hunting to seizing and morale to dearth
For clear exhorting and trailing of funds
Nix the issue of morals, even care and trust
Time is art, but flare if it is ranging glow
Apropos, thoroughness to gently blow
The destiny of search amid the golden age
Where the crooks move along in an entourage
Like symbolising honour, the flags of red and green
To blow our soil to harmonise sanctity and discipline
To cross the tavern to move with the beauties of truth
For peace and happiness through everlasting growth
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