On this world Poetry Day
The War That never Was
A Poem by Shiv Om Rana
(From the Archive of 1972…)
The war that never was,
Ended in fourteen days.
Less than the days required to hatch an egg.
Remember, Yahya’s call to Mujahids?
To loot, to plunder, to raze everything to the ground.
Rape every woman you find.
To commit open genocide
of peasants, farmers, tillers and intellectuals.
You have no equals in history.
Oh! So called Asian brave.
Even Hitler and Mussolini would be changing
their face upside down in their grave.
Aren’t you proud?
But nobody can suppress the will of the people,
who are not scared of death.
They have no word as fear in their dictionary.
No gun or Jehad on earth can silence their cry.
The Kudha is with them
Try to the last ounce of blood.
And then, emerges a full-fledged
Sovereign nation called Sonar Bangla.
(I found this tattered piece of paper while searching something else in my “Scrap Book”.
This was written when I returned from liberated East Pakistan (Bangladesh) in Jan 1972.)