Jokhon
Manush haray smritir patay...
Abchha aadhipotyo;
Shunnyo ghore edik odik
chhinnovinno ostitto!
Badami molat haway orey...
Moner tepantorey;
Naa haranor shorto sab e
Haray ogochorey!
Shikol diye baandhbe jibon
Mrityu badhonchhara;
Smritir patay obadhyota
Baron manena ora...
Cholte giye klanto jokhon
Dwiprohor er somoy;
Ekla ekla dukkho vuley
Ekakittwo sohay...
Cholte pothe thaamte hobe
Khonik khushir khoje...
Swopno hoye kothao jodi...
Aashar nupur baje!
5 comments:
Much better... Much much better. Indeed the best among your last few writings.
Beautifully blended the remembrance and it's pain, irony of life and death. I will say this is your coming of age poetry simply because it ends with a lovely smile after going through all the unheard agonies.
Probably this poem of yours tells what you always speak of life - "Yes life is pain, life is agony, life is cruel but life is ecstasy, life is smiling also."
Bravo !!!
:) yaaa....I still love life....itz a love hate relationship...it makes me strong...from inside...a game that gives me a lot of pain...n a few nice moments...to remember...so that I can get d strength in my tough times...
n thank u once again...for the encouraging words...
"Cholte pothe thaamte hobe
Khonik khushir khoje..." ...very true, but we forget this quite often.. Nice composition.
u forget this very very often....afaik... :)
khub shundor... :)
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