Dhoro dekha holo tomae amae
Ordho shotabdi por.
Tokhon to thakbo na r ei sorirer
Srinkhole, tobu chinbe ki?
Chinbe ki amae?
Projapotir dana theke jhore
Jabe holud sopno, neel obhiggota
Roibe shirae uposhirae.
Chinbe ki tokhon amae?
Rupoli chul tokhon badhbe
Chander bardhokko,
Mukhe tokhon ordho
Shotabdir manchitro,
R thote roiben Narayan.
Sei kunchito chormo,pokko
Kesh nari ti ki chinbe ki?
Tomae kintu thik chinbo,
Roye jabe smritir otole tumi,
Chinbo tomae bohudur hote.
Hoyto bhule onno karo majheo,
Jeno hotat dekhechi firey
Jiboner sesh teere,
Tumi roye jabe chhonde,
Kono ochin fuler gondhe,
Roye jabe neel akasher gae,
Aleya bhora khatar patae.
Tumi roye jabe
Mitthe bhabonar mohima-e.
Hariye jabo jeebon srotey,
Roilo bidaay durer hotey,
Boibe bochhor hajar sholo,
Tobu ki dekha hobe bolo?
Ordho shotabdi hobe paar,
Khulbe sesh duwar ojanar.
I loved your vivid imagery, always loved that about all your poems. Always brimming with intensity…..be it joyful or sad. Keep it up and you will be next Keats, mark my words.
ReplyDeletethat is sooooooo beautiful. thank u dear reader. thank u very much.
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