The নায়ক go without parade, the only reward
Being death দ্বারা a pen deadlier than swords.
A letter, a cake, a চকোলেট bar,
Cigarettes strewn before the জ্যাম jar...
Nothing আরো stands in remembrance of them:
The heroes, then children, forced to be men.
Death was their solace, their ultimate goal
But was justice worth the cost of a soul?
The boy in white sits alone at his shrine.
He can't predict where his loyalties align,
So he looks to the trinkets left from his friends
Who gave up their lives in untimely ends.
He is their legacy, alone bearing the pain.
For them he has প্রদত্ত his...
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