Brishti jhor-jhor porche
Ratriu anek holo
Aajke ki ashbe na..?
Shobuj ronger sharee porechi
Tumar priyo chingdi-maach baniyechi
Aar mathai shei laal tip
Phone ta beje uthol
''Ki?deri hobe..?anek kaaj office?''
hmm....
Tumar ghor,tumar shontaan,tumari apekha
Jeeboner protita rong sudhu tumar jonyo..
Brishti kichu thaamche ekhoni
Amaar kintu khoob khide peyeche
Khete khete bhaablaam
Chingdi ekdom bhaalo lage na amaar
Kaalke eelish baanabo
Amaar priyo...
Again another first!My first bengali poem!never thought could manage this....bt then the language of Ghatak and Ray cannot be ignored...can it??!This poem is dedicated to the most important man in my life...my dad...its to him i owe my love of this language...and of course my appreciation of everything else...love you always Abba..
4 comments:
Madam yeh to Greek hai hamaray liya,,ek to poem ,,,aur wo bhee Bengali main,,
means Nasreen wo bhee Jamia say,,,
hey wat is it... u started writing in Bengali too ??????
hi raisul..??Surprised??;)yes my frend!hv strted expandin my boundaries...go beyond th usual stuff..language thn is no barrier!
i m a latecomer here...didn't know u were so fluent in bengali! aru ki ki language jana tumi? jimaan khini buji palu, bhaal lagil...khub bhalo!
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