Robibarer sokal.
Jakhan ghum bhangleo chokh buje jege thaka jay. Ei jege thaka, kintu sei jege thaka noi; senses are there,when i am responsive to my
subconscious mind only . Moner nriguro - nribhite , nirbhejal ami-ta onek khon amar-e jalchobi r sathe anorgal katha bole.
Ekanto alapcharita-y ashepashe diye chute jay nityodiner tukitaki , kichu a-shanto muhurto abar kakhono abahelay fele deoa charpasher gungun. Ei bhabona-r
ekta boro gun ache; je o swadhin. Hoito kakhono grey matters ta-r arajakata chalate chay.Poristhiti ar poribesh ei dui abiroto anughatak er kaj kore. Takhan bhitorer jalchobita tolmol kore othe. Ami bujhi o amar thekeo pranbonto. O nirakar tobu ki bhishon ujjal or upasthiti; kibhabe ami oke upekkha korbo? Etai ki amar lorai nijer sathe?
Sara soptaho deoaal ghori tar sathe palla dite dite, bhirer majhe ukijhuki marar pranpon chesta kore o.
There are words in each drop of rain, kissing the earth;
Words are there inside
Words in the eyes of my good old friend
Whom I know very well, but can't remember the name.
Emonoto hoi konodin hisab kora khatay lekha kaj gulor diner seshe hisab mele na;dhora pore na kheyal e. Kintu abak lage , amar gopon kuthuri te lukiye thaka danpite aballyo bondhu-tar sathe saradin ami ki utpotang khunsuti korechi tar protita muhurto mone thake. Sei kolkolani ami sunte pai, kintu bhasay likhte pari na.
Countless those words are
Yet so countable;
Je lakshman rekha amake sob prolobhan , sob asubha ,sob ajana ar sob anishchoyota theke abiram ,protiniyoto soriye niye ekta bisuddho jibone sthapon korche ba korar chesta korche..ami jani.. ajante kakhan ekta biporit chumbak tar amogh tan- e tanche bhitorer jolchobi ta-ke, sathe amakeo.
Ekhon bujhi......
E ek odbhut upolobdhi..but so true. Oi jolchobita-i to amake 'ami' baniyeche. Or kache amar sob jarijuri mitthe. Amake or kache hartei hobe.
Its my inner mirage I am facing everyday..constant,breathless.
And there only I put a stop; I pause a while
only then.
Jakhan ghum bhangleo chokh buje jege thaka jay. Ei jege thaka, kintu sei jege thaka noi; senses are there,when i am responsive to my
subconscious mind only . Moner nriguro - nribhite , nirbhejal ami-ta onek khon amar-e jalchobi r sathe anorgal katha bole.
Ekanto alapcharita-y ashepashe diye chute jay nityodiner tukitaki , kichu a-shanto muhurto abar kakhono abahelay fele deoa charpasher gungun. Ei bhabona-r
ekta boro gun ache; je o swadhin. Hoito kakhono grey matters ta-r arajakata chalate chay.Poristhiti ar poribesh ei dui abiroto anughatak er kaj kore. Takhan bhitorer jalchobita tolmol kore othe. Ami bujhi o amar thekeo pranbonto. O nirakar tobu ki bhishon ujjal or upasthiti; kibhabe ami oke upekkha korbo? Etai ki amar lorai nijer sathe?
Sara soptaho deoaal ghori tar sathe palla dite dite, bhirer majhe ukijhuki marar pranpon chesta kore o.
There are words in each drop of rain, kissing the earth;
Words are there inside
Words in the eyes of my good old friend
Whom I know very well, but can't remember the name.
Countless those words are
Yet so countable;
Je lakshman rekha amake sob prolobhan , sob asubha ,sob ajana ar sob anishchoyota theke abiram ,protiniyoto soriye niye ekta bisuddho jibone sthapon korche ba korar chesta korche..ami jani.. ajante kakhan ekta biporit chumbak tar amogh tan- e tanche bhitorer jolchobi ta-ke, sathe amakeo.
Ekhon bujhi......
E ek odbhut upolobdhi..but so true. Oi jolchobita-i to amake 'ami' baniyeche. Or kache amar sob jarijuri mitthe. Amake or kache hartei hobe.
Its my inner mirage I am facing everyday..constant,breathless.
And there only I put a stop; I pause a while
only then.
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