'Voice of my mother'

June 12, 2023
'Voice of my mother' Poem by- Ataur Rahman Milad

Voice of my mother

We had learnt the speech with Mom’s voice We had spread the hopeful seed with lisping art. We are walking on a field beneath the bluest sky We are stepping with our mother’s voice. We opened the story-shop with impressed howl Voice-festival with enlightened palms, all are here. We sketch our own identity on voice-steps Sky and soil speaks of Bengal in unstopped style. We move home and abroad, near and far Songs of Bengal echoes within our own heart-beats. We see the faces so dear on Bengal-mirror Voice-mountain can enhance the joy of birth forever. We opened the sky-envelop with alphabetic grace Purest names of language martyrs with blood-soaked breeze….   -Translated by Laila Ferdous Itu

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