amar mon amake bojhate bosle sob e maya.
ami bollam thamo tumi. oi dekho naa golper boikhani, majhe patai akti chuler katha sobta pora sesh hoi ni. ai jadi maya hoi, ta hole se ar theke besi maya holo keno?
mon chup korle, bondhu ase bolle, jaa bhalo taa sotyo, taa kakhono jai naa. samosto jogot taake rotner moto buker vitor ghenthe rakhe.......
ami raag kore bollam, ki kore jaanle? deho ki bhalo noi? se deho gelo konkhane?
At dawn she departed
My mind tried to console me -
” Everything is Maya”.
My mind tried to console me -
” Everything is Maya”.
Look at this storybook,
the hairpin halfway amongst its leaves,
signaling the rest is unread;
if all these things are “Maya”,
then why should “she” be more unreal?”
the hairpin halfway amongst its leaves,
signaling the rest is unread;
if all these things are “Maya”,
then why should “she” be more unreal?”
My mind becomes silent.
A friend arrived and says:
“That which is good is real
it is never non-existent;
entire world preserves and cherishes it its chest
like a precious jewel in a necklace.”
A friend arrived and says:
“That which is good is real
it is never non-existent;
entire world preserves and cherishes it its chest
like a precious jewel in a necklace.”
I replied in anger: “How do you know?
Is a body not good? Where did that body go?
Is a body not good? Where did that body go?
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