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The Last Hope!!! (Rain Chronicle III)





Tobuo nobin Niye Esho Aalo
Jaha Kichu Subho Jaha Kichu Bhalo


Niye Esho Sei Amrito Baani
Ja Kichu Bujhi Jaha Kichu Mani


Tobu Niye Esho Sei Ekla Baul
Ektara Haathe

Ja Korbe Jukto Aanbe 
Ek Saathe...


Nie Esho Abar Najrul Geeti
Jaha Kichu Sitol Prem Aar Preeti


Nie Esho Shei Raat Jaga Taara
SonkotNashini Ek Saathe Jara

Nie Esho Aro Notun Sahitto
Jaha Kichu Sothik
Na Tikto Ba Otirikto


Bhalo Basho Sorbo
Prothoime Nijeke
Somman Koro Nijer Shrishti
Ja Kichu Modhur , Ja Kichu Mishti ! 


Lobh Koro keno Oporer Beshe
Jano Naki Lobh Sorboneshe!!!
Ache Je Prochur Ache Je Onek

Jaha Ache Taha Ekebare Nek

Sudhu Ektu Drishtir Aalo
Firbe Aabar Sonar Somoy
Thakibe Na Desh Thakibe Na bhoy


Khudro ei brishtir Konar
Ei tuku Ek Choto Aabdar
Firie Diyo Na Amaay Nobin,,,
Fire Chai Ami Sonaar She Din.................




                                                                            Abhishek

Comments

Nowhere Man said…
Obscurity


The burnt earth
Formed into shape,
The cloud comes alive
With the touch of holiness.
The obscure visions,
The smoke dispersing,
Mind deified.

The feel of nothingness
Amidst everything,
The burnt remains
Left back as an abandoned child.
Clock relieved of keeping
The tide of time!

Suffocating smoke
Rendering peace to the mind,
Wispy visions providing pictures
Of mountains unconquered
Light from the candle, manoeuvring
In this strong breeze.

Shifting clouds,
Unwillingly carried by wind;
Passionate breath,
Mottled with godly blessings;
Benumbed mind,
Trying to forget days past!
May 4, 2009 at 3:34 PM
Amritorupa Kanjilal said…
abhishek...

i didnt know exactly which direction to take to find your current blog (but i loved all the blog names)

je kota kobita porlam khub bhalo laglo... besh kichu din dhore modern chhara bangla kobita chokhe porche na... eta te besh ekta old world feel pelam...

amar lekha bhalo laglo? ei kobita ta pore feedback diyo kemon...

http://amritorupa.blogspot.com/2009/05/secrets-die-lonely-death.html

ar blog pochondo hole blog-roll kore nao... tahole we can keep sharing.
ar tumi kon blog-e frequently lekho sheto janiyo, so that i can roll you.
May 8, 2009 at 6:24 PM
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