(1)
We’ve lost our friend once who loved to write poem before holding the machine gun,
We’ve lost our young brothers at their bed
Their bodies are partially melted beneath a bunch of burning tiers,
They’ve raped my sisters and thrown her naked body in the paddy field,
Under the darkness of night they tortured my old father and have threatened my helpless mother,
But I didn’t pour a single drop of tear
Because I know sun will definitely shine
Darkness is not forever.

(2)

We’ve lost our another friend who came to protect the island and this time in your hand
We’ve lost our brothers and sisters at the school field,
Their blood and flesh were scattered everywhere in the field,
This time I can’t stop my tears,
You’ve killed my poor father for money,
You’ve tortured my mother for food,
and I’ve lost my grandpa in the bomb blast of the market.
Is it revolution!
Do you know I’ve nothing to lose.
We’ve nothing to lose.
We’ve lost everything even the hope.
Darkness is forever
There’ll be no sunrise.
Only darkness till the end of time.
(In the loving memory of Kabir Ranjan Saikia)