TITLE (Common for All Languages)“Tears on Republic Day: For the Recorded and the Unrecorded”(गणतंत्र दिवस के आँसू: लिखे गए और अनलिखे बलिदान)(প্রজাতন্ত্র দিবসের অশ্রু: লেখা ও অলিখিত আত্মত্যাগ)PHILOSOPHICAL ANALYSIS (Common)This poem stands at the intersection of Republic Day, memory, and moral history.Philosophically, it raises three deep ideas:
🌺 TITLE (Common for All Languages) “Tears on Republic Day: For the Recorded and the Unrecorded” (गणतंत्र दिवस के आँसू: लिखे गए और अनलिखे बलिदान) (প্রজাতন্ত্র দিবসের অশ্রু: লেখা ও অলিখিত আত্মত্যাগ) 🕊️ POEM – ENGLISH Tears on Republic Day Today is not an ordinary day, The air itself salutes the past. Songs of freedom echo loud, And my heart breaks—soft, and fast. I cry for flags and faded names, For prisons where brave souls stayed. If history had ink for all, My great-grandfather’s name was made. Maulana—Munshi Amiruddin, A poet with chains on his feet. He fought, he wrote, he suffered pain, Yet history kept his seat empty. I cry again, for Karbala’s dust, For truth that marched without proof. Thirty thousand hearts crossed faith and land, To stand with Hussain—pure, aloof. No page records their blistered feet, No book recalls their broken breath. But justice remembers every step, Taken toward dignity, not death. O Republic Day, you see my tears, For the written and unwrit...