Ishwar, tomake

Aami konodin Ishwar ke dekhini
Kayekbaar dekhbo dekhbo koreo
Dekhte paai ni.

Jakhoni Ishwar ke khujte jaai
Uni chhata haate lukiye poren
Tuk kore, bhirer madhye.

Kintu kaal raate tini esechhilen
Amar aatsho square foot-er flat-e
Eka, choshma chokhe, chhata bagole,
Aar eshe amake jigges korlen-
“Bal shala, tui ki chaas?”

Aami shudholam- “Hey Ishwar,
Tumi jadi sarboshoktimaan hao,
Tabe tomari toiri prithibte-
Keno eto rakto? Keno eto khide?
Keno eto supto Gujrat,
Keno eto jalanto Nandigram?”

Ishwar haaslen, tarpor
Choshma khule dhutir khute muchhlen.
Tarpor ektu hese (mane hay swargiyo haasi ekei bole)
Bollen: “tor chhele to 9 bachhorer,
Football khelte jaay na?”
Aami bollum: “Hyan, kintu…”
Ishwar: “Se ki khelte giye chot paay naa?”
Ami abar bollam: “Hyan, kintu….”
Ishwar bollen: “takhon tui ki koris?”

Aami ektu bhebe bollam:
“Aami takhon oke boli sabdhan hate,
Aaro sabdhan hate habe, porle
Cholbe na, egote habe shudhu.”
“Aar jadi taar poreo abar pore?”
“Takhon aar kichhu boli naa,
Boli ebaar nijei nijer jatno naao.”

Ishwar ektu mridu haaslen.
Hotaat dekhlam dhuti pora,
Chhata bagole, choshma pora
Ishwar-er mukhta aaste aaste
Amar mrito baba-r mato haye jachche.
Aaste aaste tini dhoyay miliye jachchen.

Aami chitkaar korlam: “Ishwar,
Tumi kothay? Tumi kothay?”
Amar bhetor theke keu bole uthlo:
“Ei to baba, ekhaanei aachhi”.