Punjobito megher majhe.
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Chai tara shonar bhag,
Thekate heer-er obhab.
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Cheredilam mukto dbare,
Bhalobastam protidin jare.
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Payer tole monir pahar
Eto mukto kobe kahar?
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Sonar paat-e mora,
Matri hridoy jora.
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Gorbhe tahar shontan,
Mukhe hashi omlan.
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Joro haath tar choron-e,
Such pai jeno ami moron-e ||
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-swasTIKA
Back yard
The smell of the heated concrete back yard..splattered with the scent of the setting coal dust..infused with the smell of the pink and yellow roses growing in the brown pots in the yard..the setting sun brushes aside the clouds,spreads its clothes and lays abck..to fall into a satisfying slumber…..
I keep playing with the mud and the balsam flowers..making a curry of water,soil,stone chips,fallen flowers and leaves,which in my belief,is a remedy for the weak plants.. oh, I’m only eight years old girl..the frills of my frock bordered by the muddy water,and lapped by the white and yellow sand particles….the herons line up to bid farewell and leave for their nests………..i’ve already lost my flouroscent green ball in the garden ..and I’m about to be charged by my mother,for spilling mud water at the door-way….
But now I’m eighteen..far away from where I was,when I was only eight…I want to smell that air once again…here,I’m breathless..nothing provokes me to breathe,and I tend to skip breaths once in a while..the sun here has already set,and the mourning sky smoothened with grey-tinged clouds,without even a glimpse og the blue sky……….it makes me gloomy all over again….
Yes,I miss my home…there..where I lived as a child….at my father’s place..in India..west bengal…raniganj..
I sigh deeper and deeper..
-swasTIKA
The girl who left her heart in her soul…kichu kotha bhule jao na
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Surjo je dhole na
Murkho ke bolo na,
Bolo na e kotha
Buke j boro batha.
Bolte j bolo tare
Bujhbe kj bolo kare.
Rojoni j odhare surjo k ghum paray
Amaro edhare ghum harai.
Shondhe name,adhar chore
Raatero adhere chuyechi tomare.
Gogone fuler tara fute othe
Jhore jhore papri pore mukut e.
Duti noyon e prodip jele othe
Dui haath bhije jai paprir borshon e.
Chutia chutia bayu kotha hote ashe
Janina j se kare go bhalobashe…….
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Bhalobashar domon hoilo opare
Rokto chitke elo epare.
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Drops of words that come pouring down
Pages of tears flying all around.
Pockets of emotions walking down the streets
Fruits of love hanging from the trees.
Flowers of smiles stacked into the vase
Sad emotions bordering the lace of my dress.
I stopped crying,yet tripping all day
Hold me in thy arms,gripping all night.
Learning to dance,to dance to my song
Giving new tunes to your all dedicated wrongs.
Sing a lullaby to put me to sleep,
Don’t drag me all along,my dreams might rip.
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Surjo j neme geche
Buke betha jege geche.
E prithibite keho bujhbena
Ami tomake harabona.
Raat chuye eseche tomay
Ghum hariye feleche amai.
Jibon er shondha-raate e ki lukochuri.
Bhalobashar mukut gole gelo krondon er shrote
Jani tomar rokte uthle poreche bhalobashar abege.
Bhalobasha-taar jonno bhalobasha.
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-swasTIKA
