Kemon kore jeno
dur er beugol
aar chole jaoa shomoy er
hathchaani dekhte pai..
Kore bhoy, lage oshohaay.
kintu bhetor theke jeno
ke bole othe..norbor e hole
cholbe ki kore..
Nouko r haal dhora r shomoy
tor to chole elo..
chokh er jol rakh
lomba ekta shaash ne..
aar neme por ei jibon
er jowar bhata r taan e..
Koto din aar er bimukh
hoe thakbi, domka haoaa r
moto er maadol daak
er theke dur e beshi din thaka je
boro mushkil..
Jedin tor daak ashbe,
dur er jahaji der beugol e
kinba chole jaoa r
hathchaani dekhte pabi dheu er shuduuur kon e
Ekta proshonno hashi dish..
ekta lomba kore nisshash nie chaarish..
tor chokh buje jaoa r pore..
Baki ta amra dekhe nebo..
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Friday, February 04, 2011
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Hey Chirantan.......lovely poem...too gud..inbtwn hw r u.....came across your blog after a long time fm my old mail...hats off to your writing...best wishes
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