Bristi bheja puber barandate,
Dekhi hotat jachhe duti chhele
Bhison dhire mobile-e kan pete.
Bondhu tara dekhei bujhechhilam
Tobu tader dekhi onekta dur...
Dujonate bolchhe na to kothha
Mobile kane kothay mosgul.
Porlo mone mas tinek age
Giyechhilam apala der bari,
Chhotto belar priyo bondhu amar
Chhilo moder kotto bhab-ari.
Sedin sobe golpo suru hobe
Emon somoy mobile-er ahowan
Dekhi oo dhorlo phone kane
Mukhe kothha,chokhe hasir tan.
Tarporete ghonta tinek bodhoy
Oor sathe taw chhilam ami eka,
Onek kothha korchhilo bhir mone
Lagchhilo sob thekew jeno faNka.
Age ami elei dujoner sob kothha
Agol khule korto epar-opar,
Ajke jeno ami abanchhito
Sunyo tai purono kothhar bhandar.
Phone-e tokhon kothar fuljhuri,
Okarone hasir hullor,
Amar kothha bhulei gechhe pray
Ami tokhon amar kachhe-ei chor.
Obhimane chokhe amar jol,
mukh lukiye nijei muchhe feli,
oor kothha sesh hoyar agei
boli,"ebar tobe ami choli?"
klisto hese bollo birombonay,
"abar asis,onek kothha ache".
Hasitake firiye diye boli,
"abar ami asbo tor kachhe…
Jedin tui mobile bhule giye
Abar amay dakbi ager moto,
Hasbo abar dujone eksathe".
Oo tokhon mukh korechhe noto.
ajke abar porlo seta mone,
Chhele dutir mobile prem dekhe-
Pasha-pasha hatchhe tara thik-e
Majhkhane ek prithibi durotto rekhe.......
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kobita ti asadharon...
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