Consciousness

The spirit of the liberation war is a seed. Bangajanani has sown the seeds in the crazy chest of every naughty boy. It is in the heart of these lunatics that the seed sprouts and grows. It taught them how to spread the light and how to walk hand in hand in the path of light. How is it possible to crush the black hand extended to the Bengali woman who sows these seeds? This is consciousness. This consciousness teaches mantras, initiates mantras. That mantra is poison mantra, that mantra burns fire without gunpowder on the chests and eyes of liberated people. This consciousness helps everyone to grow up with the same meditation. The feeling, the power that fights for the liberation of the country, does not hesitate to shed a drop of blood, does not shake the life with a smile, that feeling, that power is consciousness. The melody of this consciousness does not play to the rhythm. The melody of consciousness is silenced by the melody of the same melody. The sky shook with the same roar and crushed the arrogance of the opponent in an instant.