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Ai Shomaye..Ai Protoye..!!


24.09.2018
22:42 HRS

Boro raag ba abhiman hole, shob shomaye r moto likhte ba, khataye prokash korte boddo iche hoy/hoto. Shai obesh ta onek din e tyag korechilam. Tobe aaj noy. Aaj ar na likhe parlam na. Jani na kano, khub likhte iche korlo. Tai likhchi…

Aaj here giye nijer okkhomotar porichoy pelam. Haar?? Kintu kishe? Nijer boyish/shomaye/sthan/porichoy na onno kichu? Uttor ta jana nai. Aaj nijeke nana sthol/sthan e oshommanito lagche. Mon manche na, hridoy bujhchena, kintu kothao akta dosh, kothao akta obesh ami hariyechi bole nijeke dae dichi, hoyto shetar e jonne ami nijer kache goshona korchi ami here gechi kimba here jachi.

Jani na, nijer kache jokhon okhomota niye proshno kori, tokhon protek bar er e moton ami jite jae, hoyto ashole jitio, kintu purshkar dite parina. Jani na kano, kokhono e mone hoy ni amr lodai er modher haar ba jeet kokhono adou kono onko kosheche kina. Tar akta e karon, lodaye sesh hote na hotei ami onno akta juddhe paa rekhe di. Shutorang, otit er juddho r folafaal ta thik kore uplobdhi ba hotasha e katai ni.

Tobe aaj mone hoyche, ami perechi, perechi onek kichui, nijer kache aaj ami harini. Haar aaj ami mani ni ba manchi na. Hoyto boyesh ba shomaye amaye grohon korchena. Kintu nischoi ami jani ami jitchi. Jitechi nijer kache chora ak nijer protijogita the. Kano ai protijogita! Ami jani ja ami aaj parchi ba perechi, onno ra shaye protijogita e tader math e nameoni, ontoto bhabeoni.

Ami aaj khushi nai, ami jani na kano. Ami bujhi na ar bhebe uthte parina shai uttor..!! Tai ki ami nijeke nijer kache ghoshona korchi ai har er kotha. Uttor ami jani na. hoyto kono shomaye ami pichiye porle jokhon shomaye er sate shomaye taal debe, tokhon abar jite uttor ti ami pabo. Kintu shotti ami shai shomaye chaina. Ami sotti e chai, harte, aro harte, here here nijer kache shokto hoto. Amar jeet etei, nijer kache here jeta. Ami jani etai ai shomaye, ai protoy…!!

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