Tomake niye

Translation

Feel with You
You will come, so the moment are waiting.
the time has stopped.
and the pendulum are being stop.
waiting to the door,
start thinking about you
in a deep.

Suddenly my thinking interrupt
by a unknown sound
and my dream become stop.
Wake and see you are not here.
Feel You and getting the
clear smell of your body.

Ami o Chad

Translation
ME and The Moon

Some Times the moon of sky
seems different.
seems it crazy, vagabond and careless.
Its Just Like Me.

Alas! The vagabond moon, vagabond world
and vagabond me.....

Dodulloman sur

The wobbling Tune


Suddenly I heard a melody from a long distance
May be it should be a known tune,
It may tune of mourning or must mourning
I guess the distanced tune…


Some one girl in the deep of my heart,
But can’t touch her, also understand her.
Her that voice is sound
Tuned today the mourning tune,
Who was my mist-love
In my perfect boyhood.


Life!
Many think get- what is lost don’t know.
Completing bad dream
From rainy season water.


But life was not stopped


day…night… comes one after another
Only remembrances are
Keep in the deep of my heart.

Kon Pothe

Translation

Which way?
I am not a lover of sadness.
However, there has been pain of separation.
Firing my heart
And get the smell of burnt flesh.

Watch the sun set
wait for the rising sun.
The sun rises, a new day starts
And the sun set in the horizon.
But not complete my hang around.
Waiting with huge stress ...

I understand in the end,
there is no ally of my sorrow.
Is to take it alone.
Flaming with grief
Forced to wear by the end of life ...

Bristir Swapno

Translation

The Dream of Rain
I was thinking about the rain while sleeping-
At the same time there was raining also.
The tune of rain
was close to my ear.
The smell of rain, the touch of rain
Danced my sleepy heart
Hundred times.

After awaking-
Where is the rain, where is the watery sky?
Every where is waterless;
It’s really painful.

At the end-
Was it my imagination?
Or a dream.
May be-
It was a dream.
The dream was at my sleeping field.
Oh! The rain
You are very nice at dream,
Not in real.