Kanna

Chinno patar sajai tarani, aka aka kori khala
Anmona jano dik balikar bhasano megher bhala
Jamon halay alasa chhande kon kheyalir kon anande
Sakale dhorano amer mukul jhorano bikelbala||
Je batas nay fuler gandho, bhule jay dinseshe,
tar hate di amar chhando, kotha jay ke jane se
Lakhyabihin sroter dharay jeno mor sakol-i haray
Chirodin ami pather neshay patheyo korechi hala.....


kaday kano? kano? ami kadte chai, kintu kano pari na, bridhTi te bhijte chai.. bhalobasi... kintu kano? liberation? na ki sudhui akTa ajuhaat.. chokher jol lukanor? gaan Ta kano muchre, ningre day bhitore? boro besi sotti bole? kintu tai jodi hobe, tahole songi kuji kano? patheyo na thakle ki path chola jay? seTa bekaar romanticism noy ki?


jibonpurer pothik re bhai... kono deshei sakin nai.. kothao amar moner khabor pelam na....
kheyal poka jakhon amar mathay nore chore....
amar taser ghorer basati je omni bhenge pore
takhon taluk chere muluk chere
hoi je ghorer baar bondhu re

na ki

janam se banjara hun bandhu
janam janam banjara,
kahin koi ghar na ghaaT na angnara
jahan kahin Thaher gaya dil
humne Daale Dere.....

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