My father was a freedom fighter.
The war may or may not start
My father went to India for training.
Shortly after the completion of the training
From Benapole via Haridaspur,
The whole battalion including Baba entered Jessore.
Divided into different sectors,
Carrying the weapons of war on his shoulders,
Father Came fought in Chittagong.
I heard it from a friend of my father
The story of my father's war.
Where is the father!
He did not tell me.
The father's crime was to go to war,
So Pakhanadar took my mother.
Night after night
Day after day they did,
Torture on the mother.
I heard it in people's faces
Dad or his grief
Parpar left.
Mom, I'm alive
Becomes speechless.
The people in the neighborhood are my mother
Called Birangana.