America's Grassy Hand To Heal Democracy In Bangladesh Poem by Mohammad Mohi Uddin

In my homeland, Bangladesh, where rivers intertwine,
Though now a tale of democracy in a troubled design.
Unfair unfolds, the nation in endless distress,
Struggling for ballot rights, a turbulent mess.

In the shadows of power, voting rights is seized,
Voices silenced, waiting for an unseen hero to be rescued.
Darkness everywhere, even in the Legislative House,
A ray of sudden hope is seen on the American flight.

The land of Whitman, the US, extends its grassy hand,
Spreading the beacon of Democracy to heal my motherland.
Recapping from Lincon's words against all tyrants,
To respond to the countrymen's freedom rights.

Peter Haas appears as an epic hero singing an alluvial rhythm
Bangladeshis hoping to quell the autocracy but a regeneration.
From Washington to Dhaka's meadows,
A hymn to democracy with meditation echoes.

The hope is spinning over Bangladesh's sky,
A new dawn is nearing to emerge to fly!