Anekdin par rastai tomake dekhlam, Milidi. Buri
Hoe gechho ! Na thak barnana. Tabe bhari kasto holo. Ki rup
Chhilo tomar,ekada.Sei jakjamaker biye monne
Porlo.Kintu firle kamash parei.Swami loktar
Arekta sangsar dekhe,ashojyo raage. Tumi ar jaoni,
Se-o neini.Tarpor kato bachhor.Boyosh ga theke garie
Gelo, rup, sonar dingulo. Baper sangsare bori dite
Dite, kapor kachte kachte, selaier for tulte
Tulte.Chaturdike kato badol tarpor.Tumi roye gele,
Sei athai bishadjale shorir dubiye mon dubiye. Ei
Sedin gangar jal giye porlo Padmai, Hongkong dhuke gelo Chin-e,
Tumi koi kono notun ghatana nile na jibone. Ki pele
Milidi, etogulo bachhor ? Chintei paroni. Naam dhore
Dakte thamke darale. Alpo mukh tulle. Chokh. Ar
Ami bhishon chamkai dekhe sithir dhu dhu alpather pashe
Ekchilte sindur ajo. Ajo ? Bhishon raag holo,
Hatat. Tarpor-i ashahai hoye jai tomar katha bhebe,
Milidi. Dhu dhu alpath dekhi, tilak fotar maton oi
Ekchilte sindur dekhi, ar mone mone boli, duto nodi parlo
Parashparer dheu melate, duto desh parlo, ar dujon manush
Pare na ?
(Ei kobitati likhechhilen Broto Chakraborty)
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