nuye porlo smritir sarak,
atit gelo dhuye-
roilo sudhui ajker din,
kichukkhon ei samoy.
bartomanei bece thaka
rongin ramdhonur vire,
khusio to esei gelo
bristi elo bole.
kanna jakhon bristi holo,
rasta jure chola
pase pasei hatar chole
kato kathai bola.
man aviman vora smoy
tabu sukher hiseb,
moner majhe uki dile
valo thakar bhabe.
tabuo valo ekla thaka
ekla chola pothe,
nijer kachei nijer sathe
bristi jhore pora.
bristi to tai niye elo
moner jato katha,
jome thaka paoa na paoa-
avimaner vire.
hathti dhore pase chola
ba pase tei thaka,
bristi tumi ele bolei
swapne chola-fera.
ure je jay mon je meghe
saada tulor vire,
vese vese ghure beray
bristi hobe bole.
I love rains... sply the ones that happen on the hills.. on a hill the rain always leaves behind a cleaner surrounding.. like it has washed away our sins and opened up a fresher world... as usual a very good poem by you.. it made m go back to my childhood days when I used to see a rain and enjoy.. now when I see rains. i see only waterlogging.. and damaged car chassis!!
ReplyDeleteha ha haa ...well said shantanu.kolktabasira eta ro besi kore anuvab kore .
ReplyDeletehaha!!.... but delhi-tey to kono bristi nei rey baba!! ki kando!! ki kando!!...
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ReplyDeletetaii??thik ache kolkata theke pathiye dicchi..
ReplyDeletehaha!!
ReplyDeleteamar bhison bhalo laglo tomar blog e ese...
ReplyDeletejeno kato diner chena gandho ar ek rash jui ful bheje thanda haoa amake diye gelo bristir anubhuti..sathe tomake pelam bandhu amar pother cholar pothik...aro diye jao...purno koro moner khide... ekhankar taja bhorer batas niye be(n)che thako paripati hoye....
janina moner khide puron korte parbo kina,tabe notun fuler gandho amio mon pran vore upovog korbo ei ashay thaklam...
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