Bangladesh,
A troubled state
With Sheik Hasina steering through turbulent life.
From Dhaka's streets to villages afar,
Whispers of discord have left their scar,
In the heart of the people,
A restless storm,
As the flames of dissent take on a new form.
India extended its hand in a gesture of ally,
In hopes that peace would find its way.
To the hearts of a nation that yearns and burns,
For in the flames,
Let compassion ignite,
A beacon of unity in the darkest night,
And may the bonds of amnesty hold strong,
Guiding the nation to where it belongs.
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