Kobitay paoa dupur...

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Aaj kobitaay peyechey!!! Sokal sokal ekta kobita porlam…poralam-o…
Bangla kobita inrigi horof-ey portey bhalo laage naa amar…eta reconfirmed holam ekjon bolar por…abar realize korlam bhalo laga ta ekta mental state…2 to manushek rokom bhable sekhanei bhalo laga aase…hoyto baa bhalobasao!!


Jy hok…baaje kotha chere kobita ta likhi…tar aagey ekta odorkari kotha…amar ek bondhu kobita ta pore bollo, “eta ki? Kobita? Na jibon?”


Ami bollam, “K jaaney!! Hoyto jiboner kobita!”


Ebar baaje kotha chere kobita ta chapi…Happy Reading!!




Ora Dujon - Shubodh Sarkar




“ora dujon kuri bochor e okey bhalobashey
prithibi theke onek durey arundhati
onek durey kirtinasha, tobu
ora dujon tokhon kachey ashey
kuri bochor ora dujon morchey ghurey ghurey
shurjo dobey arundhati jurey


ek shohorey thakey dujon
kintu ora du du-ti bari banay
thaka ebong na thaka niye
du bhagey bhag hote chay
porgonay…
shurjo dobey kirtinasha jurey
dujoney bhabey ebar jodi paliye jai durey?


palano oto shohoj noy, chhele’r school
meye’r biye, bor’er VRS
jibon noi shilanyash,
phatol atkanor obhyesh
palatey holey Mishor jabo, othoba Mexico
shurjo dobey arundhati jurey
ora dujon paliye ashey choto-baruipure


parar lok boley oder duti manob-boma
tumi ki jano ke hoi ami tomar ?
ki hobey jeney ei toh achi bhalo
ora dujon e or thekey muchiye dey kalo
shurjo dobey kirtinasha jurey
amio jodi dogdhyo hoi, tumi gecho purey


dujon thakey duti shongsharey
er bari chal furolo, or baritey bhasha
kintu jei pa beye uthey uposh kora
obujh bhalobasha
tokhon ora hartey thakey, harey…
chaley-daler shongye ora morey ebong marey….


onek durey arundhati, onek durey ghroher pherey groho
pocha shamukey kisher eto moho?
kuri bochor hatey peyeo holo na jol gorom
e shongsharey shoni jokhon, o shongsharey shom
shurjo dobey kirtinasha jurey
kuri bochor ora abar morbey ghurey ghurey!!!”

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