SYED SHAMSUL HAQUE
I was born in Bangla, I speak in Bangla
I walk thousand years on the borders of the fields of Bangla
I walk keeping behind my footsteps on the soft silts
Thirteen thousand rivers ask me, ‘From where you come?’
I come from the words of Charjyapada
I come from the flotilla of merchant-traders
I come from the revolting villages of Kaibartas
I come from the paintings of Pala Dynasty
I come from the Bangali Buddhist Vihara of Paharpur
I come from the platform of the temples of Bangali Jor-Bbangla
I come from the Sona Mosjid of Bangali Varendra land
I come from the Aul-Baul, mud Deul of bangla
I come from the Kamala Dighi of Mahua Pala
I come from Titumir and Hazi Shariat
I come from Gitanjali and Agni Vina
I come from Khudiram and Surya Sen
I come from Zainul and Aban Thakur
I come from the blood-bathed avenues of National language
I come from Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujib
I come from fiery voice of Joi Bangla
I come from Liberation War of Seventy One
I come leaving behind thousand foot-steps
Enquire me, ‘How did you come such a long way?