Monday, January 10, 2011

Thaka.

I don't care

Wish I did





I can't care

Wish I could






But maybe I do



And maybe I can


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Amar shWopney orey hajaar shada ghora

Amar shWopney-e porey kichhu manusher peT-phola phanush

Amar deoal-e deoal-e ekraash chitkaar chup korey jhhuley jomey achhey

Ami ekTu adhTu bhalobashar jonyo prochonDo kangaal, aaj-o

Ami bohudin hoye gYalo brishTi portey dekhi ni ekhaney

Ami koshTey achhi, bheeshon-bhabey koshTey achhi

Keu kono-din-o jaantey paarbey na....


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2 comments:

Shape Shifter said...
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atindriyo said...

er? bhalobasha has it's own "jaat paat gotro", tai na? so what's the point? yes, there was a time i loved you, a lot. ekhon, honestly, what's the point? and my words are my words, right? i can afford to lie to my poetry and also with my poetry, tai na?

you have moved on, along your own track, and so have i. at least we have tried to, we are trying to. ekhon eshob chorbito-chorbon e labh ki?