Prem

ami boro udaash, ami
meghla akaash’er niil,
kono dukhaan chhonnochhara mon’er
ojana ek miil.

ami naki shopne pawa
ek tukro shorno khoni,
du haat diye jayna dhora
emon brishti’r othoi paani.

buuk kaapano toofan jeno
amar bhoye kaape,
ami emon ek bistorr shagor
aatkate parbe na kono maap’e.

ami prem, prem, prem
obadh kishor mon’er damaadol,

ami meghe neche beraano
shadaa shukh’er mitthe chhol.

amar naam’e naamee daaktar’o
homeopathy khaye,
amar kothaye porrua meye’tio
ghor chhere palaye.

boro boka ami ei,
shobkichutei lukochuri;
josna raat’e, nishi daak’e,
chokh’er araal’e haat dhoradhori.

raat jege kotha bola,
pordiin porikkhaye fail;
shomoy’er taal’e hochot khawa
shorbonasha ek khel.

ami naki taka’r lobh’e
mitthe kichu boli,
bujheo bujhina kichui ami,
dhokaa khawa jibon tori.

ami prem, prem, prem
hridoy kone aatke thaka
nirjiib onubhuti,
ami aaj bibeker daar’e
oshohaye kichu smriti.

ami prem, obaak kisu ami
omabosshar chaad,
mayajaal’er faad –
kichu’ee noi ami.


This was written to express how love has evolved through the ages. From being something sacred that turned the world around, to something our generation has materialized into these days. It’s the submission of love itself to its creators, of love giving up and failing today.

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