PREMER CHITHI-I

Toke ekta chithi likhte giye dekhi,
Tor thikana haariye felechhi!

Ekta samay chhilo, jakhon
Amar paapri-na-mela ichchegulo
Toke dwidhaheen bhaabe dite partaam.
Aajke amar kaachhe ofuranto samay,
Kintu taao toke likhte bosle
Thik shabdo khuje paai naa.

Ekta samay chhilo, jakhon-
Toke akasher ch(n)aad dite ichche korto
(chhi, baddo beshi Uttam-marka)
Toke kartik-er raat dite ichche korto
(etaao to Jibonanda theke tukle baap)
Toke amar sab odhikaar dite ichche korto
(Purush chhere naari- Mandakranta Sen!!)
Toke ekta ghaase amar naam likhe dite icche korto
(Pothe eso baba, sheshe Joy Gosaai?)
Aajkeo onek kichhu dite icchhe kore
Shudhu thiknata haariye fellam je.

Taai bhaabi, ki aar likhbo toke,
Tui hayto porteo paabi naa..
Tabu hayto nijer janyei likhe jaai..
Ektu ektu kore khatar patai
Nijer safai nijei gaai.
Aajke aami ponchashordho-
Tor-o bayesh poitallish to habei.
Maner thikana anekdin aagei hariyechhilam.
Aaj toke ekta chithi likhte giye dekhlam,
Tor baarir thikanatao hariye felechhi.

PREMER CHITHI-II

Jakhon akashe ch(n)aad khoye habe soru suto,
Jakhon raater taragulo ghumiye porbe dheere dheere,
Jakhon sara prothibita keu jeno mute kore debe,
Takhon aami toke chithi likhbo.

Amar maner ekekta ichche,
Kirtinasha, Khoai, Ichhemoti-r dheu-
Sob smriti bhoriye debo
Oi ekta tulot kaagojer paatay.

Tarpore ekta laal-neel khaame bhore
Se chithi rekhe debo amar baalisher niche.
Roj ghumote jaoar aage ekbaar kore khule
Dekhbo- aaro kichhu bodlano jaay ki naa.

Roj ektu kore katakuti korte korte
Bhabna gulo abar notun kore sajate sajate
Kakhon je chul-e paak dhorbe aar dehe
Neme aashbe Hemonter bikel- nijei jaanbo naa.

Trapor hiseb korte gele dekhbo, kakhon
Jeno dingulo furiye gelo. Kakhon jeno
Hotaat bayesh haye gelo onek.
Kintu toke deoar janye chithi-ta aar shesh
Korte paarlam na. takhon bujhlam,
Tui aachhis- ei mithyetai eto din baachiye rekhechhe amay.

PREMER CHITHI-III

Toke ekta chithi diyechhilam kaalke,
Seta ki tor chokhe porlo?
Kaalke aashar aage tor Bangla boi-er
Bh(n)aaje rekhe esechhilam- ekanno patay!
Toke aajke thik ekanno din dhore dekhchhi, taai.

Toke dekhte dekhte kakhon je aanmona
Haye jaai, bujhtei paari naa. Tor kaalo
Narkol gaachher pata ghera chokh duto
Khub ichche kore ektu aalto kore chhuye dekhi.

Tor janmodine tor maa jakhon amake
Daaklo peysh khete, tui takhon
Ese darali lajuk mukhe oi dorjar samne-
Khub ichche korchhilo chute giye toke
Ekta chumu khaai- tor janmodiner upohaar.

Taai onekdin ichchegulo chaapte chaapte
Kaalke chithi ta likhei fellam.
Toke bhalobasi seta bolte amar
Ekanno din samay keno laaglo bolte paaris?
Uttor ta jana nei, jana nei
Tor uttortao. Taai aajkeo
Rojkaar moto aaste aaste tor baarir dike jachchi.

Tor chokhduto dekhlam toder dotolar janlay-
Tor barite dhuktei shunte pelam tor maa-er gola:
“Beriye Jaao!! Aar esho na e barite!!”
Beriye elam, mane holo chitkar kore boli-
Aami toke bhalobasi, bheeshon bhalobasi.
Kintu bolte parlam na, kaaron aaj-o
Ekbingsho shatokeo somaaj parlo na mene nite
Amar moto ek satash bachhorer didimoni
Ek ponoro bachhorer chhatro-r prem-e porte pare.

Toke amar bhabna dite paari,
Ditei paari sukher ongikaar,
Tabuo ki paarbo nite aami
Bhalobasar e anaponeyo bhaar?

Tor khushite akash aaji neel,
Tor haasite ichchemotiir dheu,
Toke ghirei pokdondi otha,
Toke bhebei kobita lekhe keu.

Toke niyei hajar swapon bona,
Toke bhebei chorui aanmona,
Tor janyei sandhyete ghore fera,
Tor janyei raater tara gona.

Tui aachhis, taai Suman-Nachiketa
“Tumi Aasbe Bolei” bhoraay gaan-er khaata,
Tui k(n)aadle Narendra Modi-r haat-
Banatei pare deshtake Gujrat!!

Tui na thakle bandho gaan shona,
A R Rahman bajato na aar guiter,
Tui bollei bandho Bollywood,
Sahrukh haye jeto Haripada Sarkar.

Tui joriye aachhis moyaal saaper moto
Amar sab chinta-jot er majhe,
Toke bhebei obaak prothibi-
Sejechhe aaj Dipaboli-r saaje.

EK NASHTO MEYE

Ei shono- aami ek nashto meye.

Kintu kothata ektu man diye shono—
Aage nashto, tarpor meye!
Jeno meye hobaar aagei nashto,
Othoba meye haoataai nashto hobaar prothom dhaap!

Jeno meye haye jonamontaai ekta bheeshon paap!

Kintu aage to meyei chhilam..
Jonamonor por thekei shune esechhi—
Goriber ghore meye haye janme
Baba-maa ke onek bipoder mukhe fellam.

Keu to takhon ekbaar-o jigges koreni- “ei, tor ki naam?”

Tarpor, jakhon ekushta basanto holo paar,
Sei uskhuhsko chul aar khola jamar botam-er
Fnaak diye amay daak dilo amar sarbonaash.

Takhon ki amar ektu-o poreni dirghoshwas?

Bhoy chhilo, shonka chhilo, kintu
Se sab chhaapiye chhilo bhaalolaga.
Jibone prothom keu amar chokhe chokh rekhe
Bollo: “Tumi sundor, rupkotha-r moto sundor”.

Taai hayto aabeger dheu bhoriyechhilo amar antor;

Tarpore sobai kaane angul dilo,
Paraar lok chhute elo barite,
Onek opomaan-jantrona-ninde—
“Ei nashto meyer ekhon ki habe?’

Sei onaagato shishutike ki tabe nashto korte habe?

Aami ekhon kharap meye, kaaron—

Aami paari ni ek onaagato shishuke hotya korte,
Aami parini amar jiboner prothom bhalobasa lukiye rakhte,
kintu—
sei purushti je amake bhalobasa diyechhilo,
se kintu nashto holo naa.
Je somaaj ek onagato shishuke cheyechhilo hotya korte,
Seo to nashto holo naa.

Shudhu aami amar sontaaner janye
raastaar dhaare thnote rong mekhe dnarate dnarate

Kakhon jeno nashto haye gelaam!!

EK NASHTO CHHELE

Ei je,
Aami-
Ek nashto chhele-
Ki kharap hay nashto hale?

Hayto,
Tumi-o,
Nashto hatei paarte,
Jadi amar moto sahos pete!

Paray,
Sobaai,
Jaanto bhaalo chhele-
Porashunoy bhaalo bole.

Taai ki,
Se-o,
Amay besechhilo bhaalo,
Pete ektu khyatir aalo?

Samay
Takhon
Uddaam haye baye chole
Kaane kaane kato ki bole!

Chokhe
Chokh,
Aar haate haat, swapno bune
Saradin kete jeto aanmone.

Tarpor,
Bachhor sheshe,
Perote ei prem-er poth
Hnochot khelo career-rath.

Ekdin
Tui, taai
Rekhe amar chokhete chokh,
Bolli: “Sab ekhaanei shesh hok”.

Ekhon
Aami
Rock, chaayer bhnaar aar biri-
Tor aachhe bor-baari-gaari.

Taai
Tor Chokh
Aar buk-er aanchol-er kashto
Dilo proshroy, aami holaam nashto.

Takhon
Parar sobbai
Bollo: “Chhi, ei chhilo tor mone?”
Aar aami je nashto holam tor janye?

EK NASHTO SHAHOR

oi dekho oi shaorkhaani
purchhe e kon dabanole;
kakhon jaani shanto sahor,
bodle gelo jnatakole.

e ek emon jnatakol,
nistaar nei sabhyotaar
morchhe bhuge e prithibi
smriti 11th september.

shanto shahor sadyo bikel
niyom kore nakal haoa,
sei shahore bisforoker
atonkota chhoriye jaoa.

chhutchhe manush, chokhete
taar sontraas aaj dekhi-
pother dhaare daariye bhaabi
nirapottao meki.

sabhyotar jantronate
sontraasbaad kh(n)ure,
morchhe sahor, morchhe desh
manushgulo ghire.

abiswaser kaalbyadhite aaj
joyee holo ki sontraasbaad?
ek nimeshe nashto holo
amar chena Hyderabad.