Lost happiness

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Yet this is quite swimming life
Cut into pieces
On the entertainment plate of the main hallroom
Look at the wounds of hundreds of teenagers.
Yet this is fully a journey of living.

Watching at the city without  throat
I also say— citizens of this city
By then,news of the newspaper
Couldn’t give gift of smell.

Known face failed to bring it back
However, some people say,
I’m so sorry, what do I do?
All Wrong policy falls asleep.

Now forget the time
Wake up at night, wake up comrade,
Wake up people’s love, wake up Bangladeshi.

Yes, dear friend, my waiting
Keep love moving year after year
Keep our protest alive.

Translated by Real Abdullah.

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