পাতা:বাংলাদেশের স্বাধীনতা যুদ্ধ দলিলপত্র (চতুর্দশ খণ্ড).pdf/৪৬১

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429 বাংলাদেশের স্বাধীনতা যুদ্ধ দলিলপত্রঃ চতুর্দশ খন্ড Oh Golden Bengal, I love you! your groves are heady with fragrance The air intoxicates like wineCome autumn. I see the honeyed smile of your, harvest laden fields. Oh Golden Bengal! Pecking garbage And then they marched into the streets of Calcutta into the flyblown remains of the Raj's Golden Bengal past the little bundles in the gutters which are asleep or ill or dead, and the birdlike children pecking at the garbage, and the beggars and lepers and one or two white Sahibs. Old men and ragged women with children, and angry-eyed young men came out of doorways and alleyways and off trams and buses to march with them, and to shout "Joi Bangla," which means "Long live the Bengali nation." As 1 left the mission a friend, Moudud Ahmed, who is one of the many young ones in the new, hopefully non-aligned government, shouted to me: "Remember your 'Death of a Nation.' Please tell them that a new headline is necessary now: Birth of a Nation."