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With my dream of yours, that picture is drawn Get lost in that picture, some identity ...

তোমার আমার স্বপ্ন দিয়ে, যে ছবি আঁকা হয়
সেই ছবিতে হারিয়ে যাক, কিছু পরিচয়...
তোমার আমার শব্দ নিয়ে, যে গল্প লেখা হয়,
সেই গল্পেই ফিরে আসুক, বোধের পরিনয়...
তবে এসো,
অন্ধ হয়ে গন্ধ মাখি, নিঃস্ব হয়ে শোক,
তোমার আমার কল্পলোকে, পৃথিবী বড় হোক...

শেষ অবধি সত্যি করে বলি,
ভালো লাগলো...
ভালো লাগলো চোখের পাতায়,
রাত পেড়িয়ে,
পৃষ্টা উলটে,
চায়ের কাপে কিংবা কফির মগে,
ডাকাত বেশে, শীতকে কেটে,
আঙ্গুল ছোঁয়ায়, বর্ণ ভাজে,
লাগলো ভালো ভোর কে দেখে,
সত্যি বলছি অবাক চোখে,
বন্ধু ভেবে, বন্ধু মাঝে...

আকাশ বাতাস কাঁপিয়ে চলছে মেঘেদের হরতাল,
দেব দূতেদের বোমাবাজির মহোৎসব, আজ মধ্য আকাশে,
পারলে ঠেকাও...!!!
প্রকৃতির কামনা জলে হয়তো,
নতুন করে জন্ম নিবে আরও কটি প্রান,
বৃক্ষ কিংবা পতঙ্গের আদলে।
তবে তাই হোক,
আইন থেকে নীতিমালা, অথবা
সংবিধান কিংবা নিরাপত্তাকর্মীর বেষ্টনী পেড়িয়ে,
পৌঁছে যাক বিধাতার হুংকার, নির্মম সত্যে...
নগ্ন আধার মাঝে সাক্ষী শুধু আমি,
আর ওই কাকতাড়ুয়া শহর,
যেথায় নিয়ন আলোয়, সবুজ কাঁদে
সেলফি প্রজন্মের ভ্রূণে...।

জল কভু জলজ নয়,
একলা দেহ রাত জেগে রয়,
জলের গভীরতা বুঝবে কি সে,
জলে ভিজতেই ভীষন ভয়...

তাই,শেষ অবধি আমি বিশ্বাস করি,
পৃথিবীর সবচেয়ে সুন্দর দৃশ্য হলো- গভীর মমতায় আদ্র প্রেমিকার চোখ...।

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English Translate

With my dream of yours, that picture is drawn
Get lost in that picture, some identity ...
With my words, the story that is written,
Come back to that story, the result of feeling ...
But come on,
Smell the bees blind, mourn the poor,
In my imagination, may the world grow ...

To be honest,
Nice ...
It was good in the eyes,
Late at night
Turn the page,
In a cup of tea or a mug of coffee,
Dressed as a robber, cut the winter,
Finger touch, color fry,
It was a good morning to see,
Honestly,
Friends think, friends sometimes ...

The sky is shaking, the clouds are striking,
The bombing festival of the angels, today in the middle of the sky,
Stop it if you can ... !!!
Nature's desire may be in the water,
How many more souls will be born again,
In the form of a tree or an insect.
However,
Principles from law, or
Beyond the Constitution or the security cordon,
Let's reach the roar of God, the cruel truth ...
I am the only witness in the middle of the naked base,
And that cockatoo city,
Where in the neon light, the green cries
In the fetus of the selfie generation ....

Water is never aquatic,
Roy wakes up alone at night,
Will he understand the depth of the water,
Fear of getting wet ...

So, until the end I believe,
The most beautiful scene in the world is - the eyes of a lover wet with deep compassion ....

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