Lady of Clay

My lady of clay why the world breaks you
Makes you their subject of enjoyment
Can't you tell them anything
Protest against them for your dignity

The world is made of clay
You are a part of it
Can't you banished them
Take them towards their ill fate

You are modified, transformed
Shaped for their erotic pleasure
Can't you take up arms
And fight them for your illtreatment

How much you will suffer
How many times you will get tarnished
Come on, speak up my lady
Show them where they belong
Bring out the fighter within you
Bring out the anger
Perish them with that clay
That made them thrive on life

Best wishes my lady
One day they will worship the clay
That made you
Good luck my lady of clay

Thousand souls walking down the street
In search of bliss
While the sides are cauldron of duties
Ready to stir
Ready to get drowned in the pool of humanity
Yet............................................................

Rastar chele

Majhe majhe chayer dokan
Noiba dhapar maat
Rojgar hoy dui char taka
Hotel gorer math

Toiri chele sposto bokta
Galagalite ostad
Rastay chola gorib dekle
Sahajjo kore albat!

Majhe sajhe nije na kheye
Aahar joganoy besto
"Borolokera enjiyo kore
  Sudhui taka gonay besto"

Hiseb nikesh
Bidhatar besh
Chay se porasona korte
Rastay chera boi dekhle
Byesto hoyejay porte

Bole "daktar hobo
Kintu taka koi
Ma-baap je chere geche
Jibon diyeche sudhui"

Chele boroi budhhiman
Bidesh jabar sokh
Phorenar dekhle chomke othe
Jahir kore tar bidesh jawar hokh

Onek koste khuje pay
Lawarish ek home
Doure giye bhorti hote chay
 Ashay, guchbe "jibon-jom"

Aj se chele daktar hoyeche
Nam hoyeche onek
Goribder jonne haspatal gore
Bastob koreche abeg

A bengali poem dedicated to Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose on his 116th birthday......


Keno abar kore tomay shoron kore loke
Keno abar kore mone koriye dey tomar din
Keno abar kore michil beroy sobha hoy tomake ghire
Keno abar kore paray paray beje othe sankha dhoni

Asole amra nijerai dotanay jorjorito
Bhabi lorai korbo tomake dekhe
Porokhhonei lukiye pori onnay sope
Tumi keno 23 shei ujjapito hou
Keno tomake 31 e bhule jay manush!
Se boro jotil dhaida

Tumi na jagiyechile sobaike
Tumi na bolechile rukhe darate
Tumi na sikhiyechile lorai korte
Tumi na sikhiyechile nijer hok chiniye nite

Sei tumi ar sei tumi nei
Ekdike du dol jhogra kore kothay tomake shoron korbe
Ekdike keu protibadi hole koydi hoye jay
Durbhaggoboshoto ei rongotamashei tumio hajir


Ektai kotha bolbo fire esho na
Lojja pabe ei jaat ke dekhe
Tomay ek din soron kore bhalo kore
Roj korle sudhu kalimalipto hote