Ek haate mati chuye

Onno muthoy chilte akash

Shada neel sopno bhase

Kokhono haath range bhorer abhay

Rode ranga sopno jhore bristi hoe—adhara

Chokhe pore thake, jol hoe pore balishe

Kintu dhora dey na –bali

Anguler fak die jhore jay bali

Stup hoe pore payer pashe

Nuri gulor kole otiter moto.

Oi bali diei khela

Oi balitei chhuti

Ghor badha

chhele manushi

oi bali-i nurir kole nuie matha

bole

“ma ar jabona”.

Oi bali-i haater muthoy lukochuri.

Desher mati.

Haater moa

Sokher khaoa.

Peter tan-moner swad..

Ei haatei angikar,

Tai muthor chilte akash kalo

Kintu balite joto kach chilo

Chaoar joto paoa chilo—safal sopner dol

Kalo akasher tara hoe takie hase

Tara-rao oteet.

Oteeter aishwarja

Aj haate tai mati chue thaka

Onno hate fike hoa poobakash

Oteeter uthone sondhe hoe ele shakher bhashay

Notun bali rod dekhe chokh kuchke takay

Eder balite kacher tukro achhe?

Rastar pashe nurir stup?

Notun desh purono niome arekta din peroy

Sabdhane dudiker jan gari dekhe

Sabdhane notun deshta dekche tar prothom godhuli

era godhuli chenena ma

Eder balite kach achhe kina janina

Tao ek haate mati chue thaki

Onno haate chilte akash

Guro sopner sonchoy..

Nov 9, 2005

Mediocrity....

We, the mediocre poets

Always hanging by the hem of a poem

Not quite finding the magical words

That'd prick your soul, trick your soul

We twist our meaning to your rhyme

We, the average philosophers

Forever lurking at the edge of truth

Not quite summoning the courage

To truly embrace what we know

To truly know what we have embraced

We, the half-way rebels

Standing for long with angst in our songs

Not quite unleashed, unsheathed

Squatted upon our ivory towers

With clenched fists and rectum, and eunuch rage

We, the settled down nomads

With ancient wanderlust on our breath

That reeks of moss upon rolling stones

Sitting aside our bundled belongings

Disintegrating within our make-shift abodes

We, yes, we- you, and you, and me

Fence sitters forevermore

Siding with war, but longing for peace

Waiting for madmen and messiahs

To set us free, and let us be

Not my composition, but very close to my thoughts..don't know who wrote this, don't remmeber how I laid my hands on it....
Enjoy