The Liberation Saga

The pangs of partition, drew communal lines and divided the Bengal lands

East Pakistan, they christened Tagore’s native kingdoms eastern lowlands

 

In time Islamabad’s atrocities grew to purge the ‘bengali’ gene

Solemn verses of ‘Rabindra Sangeet’ couldn’t cull the dismal scene

 

As a feeble voice for equality, freedom and justice rose

as ‘Mukti Bahini’ with swords drawn, their freedom chose

 

the faint voice,  now morphed into the ‘Bengal tigers’ bellows

As the guerrillas hit hard, giving the ‘khaki’ foe a bloody nose

 

The western neighbour’s soon reached out a helping hand

To give their Bengali brothers,  their own promised land

 

Under Sam Manekshaw’s grand design for victory  

The tanks rolled and guns boomed to rewrite history

 

Within a strategic fortnight, the enemy forces in utter shock fell

As 90,000 enemy soldiers surrendered  to flee wars living hell  

 

Never was so much, owed by so many, to so few

As a new ‘Bangladesh’, from the war debris grew