Koto loke porche ekhon,
Notun pata roj,
Ager pata har mene jay,
Otit obhijog.
Notun pata bodhur saaje,
Pochonde udhhar,
Montobbe pranbhorena,
Allaade chitkar.
Chitkar ta kolonko shoy,
Abar notun rup,
Dwando take keu porena,
Jibonto nishchup.
In this moonlit darkness,with street lamps glowing like lanterns,shading an silhouette effect in the corner of the street,where an empty book stall was the night charmer for me today.The array of clips those that holds tight abreast books,magazines,periodicals had just slept off.
Bookshelves are just like empty classrooms.It echoes the gossip and chitchat noises of the entire day daily at this time.The empty bookshelves now,echoes the need of students,housewives,sports fans,social beings,examinees and lastly newly tasting pubertians all through books,magazines newspapers and periodicals.
With chaitra breeze in my streets,the shelves were humming along with torn-out newspaper pieces and front-page cover in the words and music of a country blue.
And still I’m searching
Yes I’m still searching
For a way we all can learn
To build a world
Where we all can share
The work,the fun
The food,the space
The joy,the paid,
And no one,no one,
Will ever,ever want or need
To be a millionaire
( pete seger )
Joy, a real sweetheart,the ISTIRI wala lives adjacent to the bookstall,the lunatic,the sabujpagol,was pressing dresses to deliver those at the end of the day to his para clients,while enjoying FM songs.
A part of song that reached my ears,
Aamar Boier thaake jomche dhulo,
Poth harachhe shobdo gulo,
Hotath tomar kopal chulo,
Naarle kora dorja khulo…
( Anupam Roy,song name:Bijli Bati, Album Name:Durbine Chokh Rakhbo Na )
Keu keu khub paare,
Dure thele dite,
Keu keu dure thake,
Kaache tene nite.
Keu keu dur theke,
Bhalobashe khub,
Keu keu paashe thake,
Tobu nishchup.
Keu keu chup chap,
Nirob birodh,
Bhenge debo churmar,
Nebo protishodh.
Tumi aaj ‘keu keu’,
Aamar awaj,
Kobitay dekha hoy,
Swadhin rewaj.
Jokhun jeta ichha kore,
Tokhun setai kori,
Google e te swadhin uri ,
Abar chinta search kori.
WordPress e bhabna chapi,
Viewer monobol,
Jeche abar proshno kori,
Kemon holo bol?
Ekgheyemi kaatche amar
Khujchi notun shokh,
Shomoy pelei likhte boshi,
amar onubhob.
Swadta jeno bashir dhwani,
Jonmano upohar,
Konthi golay dharon koray,
Muhurto abhisar.
Shar kothata bolte giye,
Swader chodhhobesh,
Alingoner choyay jibon,
Nikhoj nirudeshh.
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