HABIBULLAH SIRAJEE
You touched the unending sky
O, what a dark night that was
Can those rain-clad clouds be seen from the West?
You brought that to the East
About usurpation of the soil, about freedom of speech
To live own life staking own life
The flag that fly in Seventy One
It takes your colour.
At the base of blood-stained stairs
I plant a new sapling
That’s your name.