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After the disappearance

অস্তিত্ব বিলীন হবার পরে ও আজ হাজার
মানুষ পরিপূর্ণ জীবন পরিচালনায় ব্যস্ত।
নিজের সবটুকু হারিয়ে ফেলার পরে ও
আজ সমাজের চোখে পরিপূর্ন সুখী জীবন
দেখাতে দেখাতে তারা ক্লান্ত।
নিজের সম্পূর্ণ রাগ অভিমান কষ্ট
হাসি লুকাতে লুকাতে আজ তারা পরিশ্রান্ত
মিথ্যে মুখোশ জালে জড়িয়ে অভিনয়ের,
অনুভূতিতে তারা এখন নিজের কাছে শূন্য।
জীবন্ত লাশের উদাহরণ বহুবার শুনেছে সমাজ
কিন্তু চোখে দেখেনি তবে কি আজ বলতে পারি সমাজের কাছে পরিপূর্ণ সুখী জীবনের
এক একটা উদাহরণ হলো এক একটা জীবন্ত লাশ।
না পাওয়ার ব্যথার মাঝে যে জীবনের সুখ
পরিতোষ উপলব্ধি করতে পারে সে বলে
প্রকৃতি মানুষ তবে যে মানুষ ভালো
থাকা আর বেঁচে থাকার মধ্যে ব্যবধান
ভুলে যায় সে তাহলে কি?
মানুষ নাকি মানুষ রূপে জীবন্ত লাশ,
তবে কি আজ জীবন নামক যন্ত্রণাতে
সবাই আমরা যান্ত্রিক হয়ে বাঁচি।


--By Sornali Islam
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English Translation::



After the disappearance of existence and today thousands
People are busy leading a fulfilling life.
After losing everything
Happy life in the eyes of society today
They are tired of showing off.
Trouble with your own complete arrogance
Today they are tired of hiding their smiles
Acting in a false mask,
Feeling they are now zero to themselves.
Society has heard many examples of living corpses
But I did not see with my own eyes, but what can I say today is a happy life full of society
One example is a living corpse.
The happiness of that life in the midst of the pain of not getting it
He says he can realize pleasure
Nature is man but that man is good
The gap between survival and survival
What if he forgets?
Man or living corpse in human form,
But today in the pain called life

We all live mechanically.

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