Kubja, esho prithibike khuchro bhabhe dekhi..
kauke bujhie bolar dorkaar nei, keno e-bhabhe dekha..
noukou teer e laageni. tikitghor ekhono ondhokaar..
shudhu amaar angul er angti r pathor joljol korche..
jeno banshberia r aalo.
tobe ki aamra kono utshob er baluchore pouche gechi?
kauke bujhie bolar dorkaar nei, keno e-bhabhe dekha..
noukou teer e laageni. tikitghor ekhono ondhokaar..
shudhu amaar angul er angti r pathor joljol korche..
jeno banshberia r aalo.
tobe ki aamra kono utshob er baluchore pouche gechi?
Kubja, come, let us see the world in its smallest elements,
no need to explain to anybody, why we shall see like this..
the boat hasnt touched the shores yet, the ticket rooms still dark..
just the ring on my fingers are shining bright still..
as if the last flickers in a dark bamboo jungle..
Is it true, that we have finally reached the beaches of some festival then....
~patchy and rusty posting after a long time...a bengali poem by Utpol Kumar Basu at