(Poem) Thy heart shall not yield

Thy heart shall not yield

Dying men left upon the battlefield. 

We shall slay the opponent without fear, 

Strike them down with sword and spear. 


We will build a mighty shield wall

Where spears and arrows will fall 

There shall be no room for escape 

Death awaits all on the landscape 


Abruptly, there was a rumble of thunder

It is the day of vast rigour 

The opposition shall be obliged to surrender 

Vanquished by our great deeds of valour 


Equipped by the formidable warriors in history 

The immortal Gods have bestowed upon us victory 

With blood on our swords, we stand ruthless 

Enshrouded in a cloud of darkness.

By Sakibur Rahman Arnab