muse,tumi kadbe na,
kanna amay pichal kore,,
muse tumi knapbe na,
se kampone amar patan.
spardha eto prashna koro?
prashno kora reality.
chachho ki thik,dhukte kothay,
kothay chabi khunjcho naki?
boka muse,baire bosho,
andarete noito unki.
tomar kaaj to srishtir noi,
srashtake je modhu jogay
utswarga annya name,
se thake na chapa patay
. tai bole mon kharap kora,
jealousy sob atpouure-- narisulabh--
-muse tumi nari to nou, purush to noi,
bastu holeo hote paro,
kintu tumi bhalo thako,
Jatne rakho kabya karo.
Splendid!
ReplyDeleteI wish i could dedicate a poem to the muse...i will be doing that shortly, cause 'I can feel it in my fingers, I can feel it in my toes...'
osadharon...kobita abong abeg..!
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