Ekta ghum bhanga shokalbela,
Mon churi kore niye jay,
Ekta churi hoye jaowa manush,
Aj rastay ...
Pothey deri hoye jaowa bhhir,
Charidike eto aalo,
Tobu bhabna nijer mone,
Dhhush ... Saada Kaalo ....
Baestotar bashi jongole,
Neoner badhon ekakar,
Ei niye amar shohor,
Amar ohongkar ....
Ekta niyom bhanga dupurbela,
Monn karalo neshhay,
Bristi jhore tip tup tap,
Kichhu kotha likhhey rekhey jay...
Monn bole asbe abar,
Ekta bhishhon rongin bikel,
Monn take akbe boshhey,
Ekta chotyo kobitay ....
Mon churi kore niye jay,
Ekta churi hoye jaowa manush,
Aj rastay ...
Pothey deri hoye jaowa bhhir,
Charidike eto aalo,
Tobu bhabna nijer mone,
Dhhush ... Saada Kaalo ....
Baestotar bashi jongole,
Neoner badhon ekakar,
Ei niye amar shohor,
Amar ohongkar ....
Ekta niyom bhanga dupurbela,
Monn karalo neshhay,
Bristi jhore tip tup tap,
Kichhu kotha likhhey rekhey jay...
Monn bole asbe abar,
Ekta bhishhon rongin bikel,
Monn take akbe boshhey,
Ekta chotyo kobitay ....
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I break laws
cross borders
dive deep
just to see
the tip of the iceberg
in ME.
sharing a wintery poem
on a different note:
A Calendar of Sonnets: January
O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire
The streams than under ice. June could not hire
Her roses to forego the strength they learn
In sleeping on thy breast. No fires can burn
The bridges thou dost lay where men desire
In vain to build.
O Heart, when Love's sun goes
To northward, and the sounds of singing cease,
Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace.
Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose.
Walk boldly on the white untrodden snows,
The winter is the winter's own release.
Helen Hunt Jackson