LK INNOVATE

Dr. Lokman Khan

I learned my first true song at her knees—
my mother, gentle and brave;
she said, Love all the hearts you meet,
so, brother, sister, I love you.

She pressed my hand and spoke of truth,
clear as morning rain;
so I have walked the open road,
and will not bend to gain.

She showed me how to love this earth—
our rivers, fields, and sky;
and in her face I saw the flag
that never asks us why.

For when I gaze on Bangladesh,
I see my mother’s eyes;
to give my breath, my blood, my all—
that gift would make me rise.

We have a time to stand up tall
and make her proud at last;
though storm clouds lean across the land,
a lighthouse calls us fast.

Remember children, students, friends
whose blood paved the street;
their quiet graves around us sing:
“Hold firm—do not retreat.”

Enough is enough, lift the dawn,
let every promise ring;
and may our mother smile to find
her children blossoming.

19 April 2025