Monday, February 6, 2017

Sei Sohor

Payer ache sudhui chhap, sabder obhab;
Tomar olite golite bigolito borofer prolap.
Sandhyer aloy jara knaache unki diye palay
Ei chobi tader niye, kobji jora sobuj patay.

Amar gaan dhorar obhyesh toiri holo na
Je dorir ekul okul bnadha, ta ki aar amar!
Ar tumi bolcho nodi aar tar kul-kinara?
Majh setute neche bhabcho uthonta byaka.

Tomra biplob chere prem dhorechile
Ekhon tai prem purono hole kar apotti?
Majhari guitar churi hoyeche majhratre
Ajker din tahole sudhui sototar sotgoti?

Tai amar sandhye aj tomari payer chhap,
Amar chokhe agamir dik bhranto prolap
Chobir gobhire hariyeche jome thaka obhab
Oli goli-te hariyo na, jotoi hok na swabhab.

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