Mr. Mahmud Zaman Laskar, Dubai
the grass and soil under my feet, in the old graveyard. I am searching the names
of my friends.
sight of graves reminds me , shakes me, takes me back to the past ….
grew up together Shared joy, laughter and sorrow together.
proud to be in the land of Sankardev, Madhavdev and Ajan fakir, Lachit Phukon,
Pioli Phukon and Maniram Dewan.
to shine in our nation , To stand with pride on the bank of Mighty Brahmaputra.
sang and danced with the tune of "DHUL and "PEPA. We rose to the call
of Revolution, by our student leaders.
slogans like "We will give blood and not oil " "Give us love and
not bullets" " and “Joi Ai Axom"
politics of left and Right Could not pull us apart. Yet, Today all that is
finished, all they had is vanished , for ever, ever.
remains is the cry of Mothers,widows,brothers and sisters. And only the names
are sleeping in the graveyard. Their cries are chasing me,
like a shadow. Their souls have mixed with the soil. Only the dry grass, soil
and stones are remaining. And I am, I am still searching .........