Numb, I go
Drenched by the showers of unscrupulous ignominy
Pins and needles
A fit, a rupture
A rupture of cold, gray gloom
Blanketed by some more of it
Entering my soul and paralyzing it
Words stop short
The futility the pain the introspection
The introspection I ignore
For I am a lost soul
Unable to understand myself
Choosing not to
For It knows me. know not me myself
So I live I survive
Amidst the bludgerings and protect my castle
Groping at the sand
Wet by the unceasing and shrewd stream
Propping it up. Admiring it
Only to witness it washed away…again
Only my existence remains as my inspiration
(Obosh ami
Bhije bhije lojjate te, shey paaena lojja
Gaae kaanta
Mrigi fetey fetey beroe
Fetey beroe konkone, kaalo megh
Aar arektu
Shey khuchie dhoke aamar bukey
Aabar obosh
Kotha gulo theme jaae
Haal chhere di koshto te bhetore takaai
Taakieo takaaina
Aami je akta haraano sur
Bujhina nijeke Ma
Chaiona
Kanona Shey chene (taar chenai aashol)
Taai aami thaki aami baachi
Aakromon er maajhe aamar rajprasad taakey aagliye
Baali gulo mutho kore
Bheja baali, joley bheja chalak jok
Aastei thaakey
Durgo baanai Durga
Bhenge jetey dekhi taarpor…aabar
Aamar aami aamar dorpon)
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