User:Mohon Raihan

Open letter the Prime Minister
Dear Prime Minister,

Once upon a time, you had the opportunity to approach your older sister like a younger brother and speak openly. Now, as the top person in the state, there is no such opportunity, you will not have the opportunity to express or express your happiness, sorrow, happiness and sorrow. The media may be the only way to reach the prime minister of the country, a helpless poet of the Third World. I do not know whether my complaint will ever reach you, whether you will read this article, whether anyone will tell you, or whether it will have a place in your paper clipping daily. Yet, I am writing this article in remembrance of friend poet Kamal Chowdhury's' Bloody Pangikatamala 'poem -' You will not read, but I have sent this letter.

The poet Nirmalandu was not nominated for the freedom award despite being meritorious, but you have given him worthy status. Though not such a popular poet of quality, the remarkable identity as a poet and the role of me and my family in the political and cultural movements of this country, the abandonment of the robbery and robbery centers to return the dreams of the people who have been robbed in the election of Sirajganj Khokasbari as a warrior of oppressive oppressors. Without proper investigation, the real winner will be announced as chairman Eager to take the place of the appeal.

You, the ruler of the War of Liberation in present Bangladesh. Unequal courageous leader of the trial of war criminals. You are the father of the nation, the daughter of Bangabandhu. One of the proletarian sad people on earth. What a way to fight against extreme adversity ... struggle, struggle ... with huge mountain chests of boundless hardship. To erase the tragedy of this massacre of lost fathers, mothers, brothers, fraternities and relatives, please look for the true nature of the election of the Union Parishad across the country. Because, the grassroots are the tomb of liberation war. The fertile ground of the practice of democracy. The green roses of democracy must be sprouted by spreading pure water, not by pouring acid there.

You are also the elder sister of my department at Dhaka University. You are a writer, a special fan of art and a generous patron and poetess. — I hope you will create another unique example by responding to the petition of this pained poet and younger brother. Finally, wishing you good health and longevity, sincerely looking forward to your heartfelt answer.

Published: 7 April 2014.