Akbar Haider Kiron
She stepped into the spotlight
While the world looked away—
But her voice found a nation
Struggling to live another day.
“Bangladesh, Bangladesh,”
She sang into the trembling air;
And suddenly the unheard grief
Belonged to every heart in there.
A guitar, a candle,
A truth the world had denied—
Yet in her rising, fragile notes
An entire people cried.
Joan Baez, your song became
A bridge across despair;
A map of pain, a call for hope,
A freedom whispered in prayer.
Though oceans lay between us,
Your voice crossed every mile—
And Bangladesh remembers you
With gratitude, with tears, with a smile.
