Nosto Prem...

Noshto sob... bhenge chure sesh,
sopner sesh tukro-tao aaj aar nei.
Pore ache khali koikta sriti,
kichu moner moddhye, kichu chithi'r patai...

Khoniker kichu prem aankre dhorei jibon...
Bhalobasa ki sotti-e moner ek kolpona ?
Bhableo pabo naa ei prosner uttor,
nije je kokhono bhalobasa paini...

Phire takalei dekhte pai sei oli goli gulo,
sei haath dhora duto manush er chaya,
sei aankre dhore raakhar natok, sei prem...
Sei tumi ar ami, sei tukro tukro khusi...

Somai tao jeno aatke sei muhurte.
Jeno eitukui sob amar jibon er,
jeno sudhu matro etai ami, ar jeno kichu nei...
Sudhui tomar sriti, sudhu taatei benche thaka...

Aankre dhore rakhar sei koto chesta,
chesta eke-oporer sob kichu howar...
Sotti bolte parini ami, parini tomar sob kichu hote...
Paroni tumio amar keu hote...

Amader bidai toh bolar-e chilo...
Sudhu ajo jeta bujhlam naa taa holo -
Bidayer pore ki khusi chilam...
Naa prem er natok niye khusi chilam ???

Jano ki uttor taa ???