Moner kotha bujhbe ke aaj bol...
Ore mon...nijer moto chol.
Somaj jaale aatke sopno onek...
Sopno...tui jiriye ne khonik.
Kichu bethar hoyna kono bhaasha...
Ar kichu betha...boroi sorbonasha.
Mathar bhitor bethachhonno...
Sukhosmriti... Sporsho ushno.
Thonter vaanje lukiye onek kotha...
Na bola kichu...kichu gopon betha.
Nitikothay joriye chupkothara...
moner konay poth vulechhe ora.
Jodi ghote jay...kono rupkotha...
Pokhhiraaje moner mita.
Baariye duhaat aalingone...
Raajputro...Rajkonnye.
5 comments:
very well put....... we have completely forsaken living our own dreams in the fear of getting judged by people.
thank u so much for this lovely comment...n yess...u truly understood wat i wanted to express...:)
I liked immensely the last stanza - going back to the childhood where fear never reigned.
It's a very nicely composed piece, a very known theme but rarely put down. The fears, the doubts are expressed quite lovingly, specially with no shadow of darkness.
Liked it really...
moner kone lukano swopno,ichchhe, kichhu chapa jontrona prokash korte na parar ei je byatha ...... sundor bhabe phootiye tuthechhish kobitay.....good, keep it up...
Thank you Masimoni :)
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