An auspicious night
We are accustomed to mark
With superogatory prayer
And not a little graveyard care
Dhaka Ensouled, ibadat in throng.
But this year
The second year of Iblis
We burnt our dear abused
Muhajirs
cum 'razakars'
cum 'stranded Pakistanis'
Like tazreen factory workers
Locked in.
Having tortured their forbearers
With envy based nationalism
In tagorean garlands.
Allahumma have mercy on their souls.
and banish the assemblage of harm.
Lest we sink into the oceans.
Make the just strong
The oppressed unified
And the able courageous.
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