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Rain Chronicles II

Tobu Janalar Dhare Boe Chole
Gangay Dhoya Drain
Kothay geche outram Ghat
Kothay Sorol Prem??

Tumi Je Nissho
Bangali Shunno tomar Hath
Nojer Sashtro Jaha Kichu Bhalo
Chukiye Diyecho Laat

Shono Kotha Shono
Bejidero Aj Sorisriper bhoy
Sonsoskriti Aj Hoeche Fashion
Bajaare Bikroy........

Paaro Ki Amay Firiye Dite
Ek Chala Sei MA
Ma Durga Aj Saban Bedite...
Ei ki Notun Spa

Chi Chi Ki Bidirno Dosha
Chuthchi Poshimo Dike
Eta Keno tumi Bojhonona Sohor
Sekhana Surjo Je oti Fike

Adhara Adhare Sohor Amar
Dubche Notun Juge
Je Jug Jaane na Sonskritike
Je Jug Sudhui Hujuge.... 
                                                                   Abhishek





Comments

Ritayan said…
"poshimo" dike chutlo tate oto dukho keno........bein young and vibrant at least not expected of u to hold on to the bengali prejudice that has he inborn inertia to change...if u shld b proud of something in bengalis "hujuge" is as good as any for..this spontaneity is what sets us apart..lets learn to direct it rather than reject it.

its an excellent work, pardon my critical comments. keep writing.
Amrita said…
Iwell u r ryt..derez sumthin rilly beautiful bout d ekchala protima..evrythin is envelopd under her beningant gaze...yet at tyms u c her epitomizin d power n blief of a "mother"..she symbolizes womanhood who is not only a "creator" but olso can b ur "destroyer" if wanted..kudos 2 u..4 cumin up vit dis imagery..u mek me nostalgic about ol d stories dat i used 2 hear 4m my grandma n see in d old muvis..yes 2day i can feel "literature" has bcum a lot adulterated..i got v emotional afta readin ur poem n yess u r ryt..Wat r v runnin afta??n sumwhr in dis rat-race ..v r losin our identity..our culture..our heritage vich v were proud of 1ce.u remind me of d fact dat v hail 4m d erstwhile nation of Bengal vich gave us Tagore n Bankim Chandra.kudos 2 u 4 cuming up vit dis..kip writing..god bless u
Amrita said…
i guess in a bid 2 b modernized n westernized...v r losind d inherrent essence of Bengal..it isn't bout "swadeshi" or "bideshi" but i guess its about who we are..instead of aping others..v shud b proud of our own heritage...obviosly speaking about the "change v ol nid"..it wud do us a world of good 2 imbibe the virtues instead of d vices..god bless u!!!

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