🌎The Reset Button 🌅
–Zahidul Jamy.

Have you forgotten those who stood by your side,
Who once wove the threads of history’s tapestry?
Those who sang the songs of liberation,
Their tales echoing through the corridors of time—
Forget them, and you forget yourself.

Pressing the reset button may erase the software,
But the hardware—
That remains untouched.
Every scar from the past
Is not a mark of destruction,
But a bridge to the soul of the Bengali spirit.

Byron once proclaimed,
“Those intertwined with life,
Forget them, and you forget who you are.”
This truth shines bright,
This identity blooms,
Flowing through the veins of our history.

If you erase the memories of liberation,
What will your future hold in darkness?
The roots of history,
If severed,
Will lead you to forget who you are,
Who your ancestors were.

Cling to the roots of the past,
For the path ahead is forged in their embrace.
Forget history,
And you erase your essence,
The very fabric of your heritage.

In the quest for justice,
In the struggle for rights,
Revolution will rise in every corner,
But can history ever be erased?
Eliminate the tyranny of the oppressor,
Yet history—
Those memories,
Are our education,
The path forward.

Pressing the reset button
Will not erase this hardware.
New software may come,
But the hardware—
The essence that endures through time,
Must be preserved.

This is the truth,
This is the lesson,
For the generations to come.
Embracing the roots of the past,
You will shape the future.
13.10.2024