KANIHA

rat charte ....ami ber hoyechi cigarette kinte
pot ghat nirjon...ekhane onek kak
tai shudhu kaker dake shochokito nirjon nioner aloy holud prithivi....akash dekha jai na...
chok pore shudu eka nion street lampe
dur theke beshe ase karkhanar onorgol sobdo


shokal charte te bhurar chayer dukan khule...
aj bhura ashen ni..esheche or chele
purono ekta cycle kore...
chokhe ghum or...or jonno ratro sesh hoye elo....
koto golper arombho o sesh
koto...golpo shuru hochche ...kaniha te..
jemon or jonno din shuru hobe..jokhon mar rat

ba amar jemon mone pore onek ager ek umednagar
onek dure dure dure...
or kichui mone pore na
or ghor to pashei

POEM 1

it so happens at times that
i know i m right
but have no idea how
only the sharpened gleaming edge remains
of a age old lone debate
its whole body disappeared
as if it were fundamental
out of nowhere, anyhow..
and i keep quiet...what else can i do?
such acceptance are commonplace now
and i retreat towards a ceiling fan humming room
which gives shelter from sun and cold