Kemon holud hoye aachhe
rasta-r dui dhar.
Mone-mone bhabi – dekhechhe ki
ke-o holud angoor gachh?
Bhabi ! Gachhe thoka-ye thoka-ye jhulchhe
ya hawa-ye hawa-ye dulchhe tara.
Shundor bashonti rong tade-r gaye-r
ya – phanpha phanpha papri mela ango tader.
Dekhte bhari moja-r lage.
Kemon holud hoye aachhe rasta-r dui dhar.
Yemon phor-chhe jhule yenka benka dal-er theke –
jeno bolche ” tule nite chao-ki amaye ? “
Kintu na – tul bo na …
angoor phol tok noye – bhari misti –
bhari misti dekhte
Kemon holud hoye achhe rasta-r dui dhar.
Dekhe jodi ke-o …. bhab-be thik ek bar
holud angoor ya shomrali phool gachh.
Kemon holud hoye achhe rasta-r dui dhar
Note: wrote this on 14th May 2003
It’s Bengali right?
I was able to understand a little only.
But the poem is really sweet…