Battle of 71
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This is a poem of 1971 Bangladesh seeking for mother language freedom from the powerful armed forces and government of Pakistan. Over here I share my thoughts and feelings of how people suffered and sacrificed there lives just for there mother tongue and the symbol of unity and togetherness has been portrayed in this poem with the involvement of all the citizens in east Pakistan fighting for there nation for 9 straight months
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