Shok koro na
Jadi dekho, kal sakale
Ami nei .
Hoito jakhan sakaler
Sisirbheja ghashe
Pa dubiye hatchho
Takhan ami
Ba
Amar lash
Pare achhe kono ek
Himsheetal ghare
Thanda, garam ityadi
Samashta chetonar urdhhe.
Smriti niyeo katachhera koro na
Arthhaheen hishebnikesh
Kore ki habe balo ?
Ami tho jani
Mone rakhar mato kaj..i
Korte parini ami.
Chhokher jal..o felona
Chitar dhoai jadi
Chhokh jala kare
Tabu...o
Ki habe du fota
Jal fele balo ?
Sab...i tho dhuye muchhe gelo.
Benche thakar anando
Upobhog koro
Tomar charpashe jara
Thakbe tader niye.
Shiter raate jakhan chadarta
Gaye jariye dharbe thandai
Athaba garame chandni raate
Furfure batashe nakshtrabhara
Akasher dike takiye
Shuye thakbe, ba,
Brishtite bhijte bhijte
Daure raasta par habe
Takhan hoitoba mone habe
Chhilo ekjon, je jariye dharto
Tomai ei muhurte.
Nah, tao mone korona
Bharakranto tho kakhono
Korte chaini tomake
Na jibane, na marane.
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2 comments:
good realisation but very sad .somehow i personally dont like this type of poetry but the poet has every right to express his/her feelings.
thanks for the comment. this is black poetry.the poem 'kabar' written earlier is of the same category.
this is also a 'rasha'among all the rashas - bhibhatsa rash or its allies.
this is an experimentation in form and content.
thanks for the comment.
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