Parijaat ....parijayee pakhi...
urey ashey kon dur theke..
narom fuler mato..
sada lal ,sada kalo ghano bunotey dhaka
sheeter gahan kalo jale dub deye bheshe othey...
thotey korey tuley aney machh,gugli...sheola..
shesh bikeley
hemanter bela...
shato nakkhatrer mela chhuye
firey jabey nijeder gharey...
diganto pari diye...
meghbalikar deshe...
shree
1 comment:
My dear Priya,
Thank you very much for your comment on my poem “The Door of an Abandoned Old House” in Free Press. I guess all of us, at some points in our lives, have an abandoned door, literally and figuratively.
Once in a while, we remember our own abandoned “door” how it gave us that feeling of being at home in joy or in sorrow. The good thing, though, we may leave our previous door permanently yet, another door is always waiting and ready to open when we return home from a journey.
How I wish I could understand your poems here, but I know they are written from a beautiful heart and soul.
Best regards,
Danny
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