Silver anklets

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O_ ma go

Ei borsha majhe

Joler shrot-e

Pa dubai re

Tora bhashe..

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Hrid-begomer

Chollo asha

Krishnochurar,

Patar por-e

Shindur anka ache..

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Hrod-er e dhar e te

Sagor- o par e te

Neel akash er

Shuk-tara,

Ami Shokuntola..

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Gaan er ei groho te

Chand melechi

Haath e makha

Amar

Neel alta..

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Sobuj e. Jibon e

Ghasher pare e te

Jibon hete jai

Ami je,

Khurai,khurai!

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-swasTIKA

Podmo hoye

Papri khoye

Poria,pochia

Jabo AMI moria,

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Kintu TUMI neer hoye

Chirokal thakbe bachia..

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The English translation:::::I’m the lotus which grows in water,then loses its petals and dies in water…but you are the water,in which I am born,I grow …you are water in which I die,but you never do so…

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Here,”you” is left to the imagination of the readers..it can be the universal God..or some one loves..i want my readers to colour it with their own imaginative powers..

Yours,

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-swastika

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• Bhalobashar protinidhi

Bhogoban er ki odbhut shrishti

Tip-tip kore pore brishti

Bhijte lage bhari mishti.

Shriti-te jalano jolonto aankhi

Rong e rongin hoyeche pakhi

Ami j ek tar,aiyko sakhhi

-swasTIKA

the distance of good-bye......

I’ll stop loving you,the day you come back to me….

But then I’m so sure…you never will..

Isn’t it?