Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Translated by Ashraf Chowdhury
The Rose Baby of Gaza by Rezauddin Stalin
A scared baby in mother’s arm
It is from Gaza,
Why each and everyday
It is to be punished?
Neither milk nor water
Without light and ventilation,
Beyond tears and blood
It does not spend even a day.
Its toys are covered
With smoke and dust,
Whose bullet twisted and bent
The nest of a bird?
The monsters come to sip blood
In the broad day light
Isn’t there any prince
Who may stand by it?
The roses available in the earth
The bouquet of love,
That wretched baby deserves all
Revolutionary salutes.
Everybody knows the names
Who are the blood Dracula,
I would rather send hatred
From the country Bangladesh
