Bright and hibiscus-red, like the morning sun <br />you are rising, you the poets of days to come. <br />The glowing morning for which we awake <br />You are waking in flocks, O birds, for that sake. <br />I sing the hymn in the hope that you will come <br />And rise in the blue sky that I make. <br />I leave behind the memory of my salutation - <br />please play on my lute your new-day song.<br /><br />Kazi Nazrul Islam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-poets-of-the-future/
