Kichu ful futei thake

ki holo bhalobeshe?
r ki ba hobe?
shei to tui firei jeti
tor nischinto asroye.
othocho tor kachei
peyechi, shikhechi
kibhabe na cheye, chaoa jay.

ke likhbe amay niye?
kolom amar, itihash eo ami
rupkathay sonar kathi to nei
aj kal sonar daam bereche;
tai halogen er sonali aloy
pore nite hocche, na shona katha gulo.

tor prothom premik bhalo lekhe
dwitiyo premik khub buddhiman
baccha chele ta tulonaheen, mulyoheen;
ami bujhi or daam, tui o bujhis
amar jayga hoyna ;  rajya ek, aar
singhashon e dujoner sthan keu manena!

ei bar bolbi, "prem korbo"?
tor roj bodle jaoa status-guccho
amar purono flat er ultodiker Krishnachurar moto;
chokher sabuj ke laal korte samay nayna,
ful futtei joto samay nay
tarpor take chirei nao, ba rekhei dao
murje porte ektu aloi jothesto;
andhokare jeno kader apotti?

 thak bhalobhabei sesh kori kobita
chonde badha na bote, tobe kichu tei na
keu bandhte pareo na kichu satya ke
tui amay parli na, toke ora parlo na
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ar ektu jaglei bhorer alo dekhte pabo
shei alote prithibi jure ful futbe.
tui ki sekhali bolto?
ekta ful futte dekhte
dhoirjo lagena, bhalobasha lage.