Tomay prothom kobe deke uthechi
Jani na
Prothom kobe giyechilam tomar kache
Jani na
E badhon j shudhui roktodharay badha
Mani na
Moner gopon kone tomar
Chilam, aachi, thakbo aami
Shonge aache aamar jibon, kichu hashi
R Kanna
Shara jibon tomay shudhu
Ma bole daak debo
Ma
Ma Baba
My Life
2 comments:
simply wonderful, the piece shows your cultural richness and command over the language as well. kajer chap e kimba manusher bhire, ei talent ta jeno hairye na jae. kolom jeno tor sob somoy cholte thake ar nijeke as well as amder sobaike matiye rakhe
The mother-child relationship is a strange one. They are neither One, nor apart. It actually reminds me of a Buddhist philosophy...like the ocean, and its waves...neither identical nor distinguishable. I am blessed to be both s a mother and as a child.
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