The pen is mightier than the sword
I was once held a prisoner of war
The East and West were torn apart
I write this with a bleeding heart...
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A very poignant and powerful write describing some of the ravages and destruction of war. In the end nobody wins and both sides suffer loss. Pray for peace to emerge from the ruins. Great poem.
thats terrible........................great poem.. war is something which don't give nything other than pain............ its such a horrable description.................
Liberation war 1971 is still fresh in the hearts of people of Bangladesh..but the war against inequality still goes on there...Thank you for sharing your experience, Meena..
I was in East Pakistan from 1965 to 1969, . In 1968 when a movement was launched against Ayub Khan it became an ethnic riot. I was surprised how it became an ethnic riot. We remained sleepless during the nights guarding our colony and during the day attended our offices. On the same day I realized East Pakistan is going to be separated. I was an employee in Eastern Banking Corp. I applied for my transfer to and posting at Karachi. In July 1969 I migrated to Karachi. I fully understand your poem and understand your pain. It is a very impressive write. But one thing I want to write Pakistan was imposed upon Muslims and Bangla Desh was imposed upon Bengalis. Both wanted only their rights. The rights were denied and separation was imposed.