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tomar chithi asto jedin, -shohor-e brishti naamto...akaash bhenge brishti,
sada kham ta kholar agei jhapsha hoe asto amar janlar kaach...
tumi bolte westminster, picadilly o emni jhapsha...
ami jani, se to kebol fog and cigar er Ingriji dhowae!!

megh dakle paera gulo bhoe petona jano!!
khupri theke mukh ber kore akash dekhto..
oparar uchu machan tae joro hoe se ki meeting!!!
...jeno megher opaar ta dekhte pache ora.

seshbar tumi likhechile-tomar ar firte iche korena
jano, aj abar megh jomche chhader poschim dik tae,
hawae sari joriyeche bhanga antenna-e!!
issshh..ekbar jodi oi uchu machan tae urey giye boste partam!!
...brishti pathatam tomae....ar ekrash mon kharap!

Shiit..

Kacher jar e  shonali machch, morchey pora tram line e ghash fuul---

purono chador muri diye guti guti shiit dhukeche shohor e--

aram korey biri dhoriye shobey shukhtaan diyeche buro shit ta, pora niswas bhorey...

omni abohawa office janan dilo,

"kashmiri shawl wala eseche....purono biyer saree rod e debena?
...ebochor boimela e abar fish chop aar bhaar er cha!!!"

chhuti

tor pash cherey uthey gechi koto bhorey.... ghum chokher patae meghla nostalgia rekhey gelam....r khujis na amae...ami ekhn hortuki gram periye chhutir deshey..o deshey shordi hoe na,jor o na..hoe sudhu mon kharaper nesha..dekh,tokey bhuley jawa ta besh sohoj ekhon!!!

Kotha (Part II)

--jol namche pahar beye

--okey jhora bole, kichu janona tumi

--tor moto chhotfotey

--tumi bojho? kokhon ami chotfot kori?

--bah bujhbo na? tui to sobsomoy e chotfotey..

--kichu janona tumi..ami bristi peley chotfot kori, palate chai..

--ki j bolis…palabi keno? tui bhalo nei?

--tomar ek e bhabey bachtey bhalo lagey?

--onno rokom ki bhabey bachbo?

--palatey parley e to onno rokom!!...pahari megher moto hotath udhao

--khub hoeche, pa bhijche jol e…

--jhora..jol na, bollam na..

--ebar firtey hobey..bikel er flight e kolkata..

--ami firbo na, paliye esechi

--Pagli ekta..

Shohor

Tear lane e bristir jol,
grey matter e monoxide
....amar chena shohor e urchey dana bhanga seagull!!!!

brickwork er edo goli
sunglass e kaalche shohor
....amar rajpoth e chhutche lagam heen ashwamedher ghora!!!

bishakto lungs e pora cigerette
footpath e ulongo raja
....amar paltano cityscape e themey royeche british shashoner kaalo pori!!!

Shohor...amar bhalo thakar roshod!!

April Rain and my Red Umbrella

I wanted to flee
I had nothing but an April rain and a bright red umbrella for company
I took the skinny alley behind my house..
Through the garden of hanging bougainvillea..
I cared about my pink skirt..
I splashed as I stepped on a puddle...

I left my schoolbag back in the yard
A scary wind breathed my white ribbons far...
I lost my way as I passed by an old stable, I never saw before,
No horse in sight...
I cried, I was afraid, and the hills dint reply
My skirt was drenched, I felt so cold,
I had no one but an April rain and a bright red umbrella for company

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