Someone sees silently -
Someone is silently understanding...-
তারা পুঞ্জে-পুঞ্জে আসে-
গুচ্ছে-গুচ্ছে ফোটে।
ভোরের বসন্তের রঙ মেখে
বেলাশেষে গ্রীষ্মের উষ্ণতা শোষণ করে।
সবশেষে ছড়িয়ে যায় একরাশ মুগ্ধতা...-
At the end of the journey, everyone returned to their destination;
In my journey, where -
"The Journey, not the destination matter..."-
I am the tired traveller of one way which way filled with thorn;
I want to go the way that is wrapped in Krishnachaura...-
Need a story -
Where hate becomes love;
Where the suspicion becomes the faith;
Where Disrespect becomes respect.
Need a story -
At the end of the day, it is full of fullness ...-
The Mountain Calling
I want to run to that silent greatness -
Who is witness in the history of thousands of years;
Whose chest has hundreds of wounds.
I want to run to that vastness -
To whom my words are resonated.
I want to run to that height -
On the top of which the sun is reflected in the sunrise-sunset.
I want to run to that softness -
The green ceremony of the carpet is again the whiteness of Himani.
I want to run to that mountain -
That The Mountain Calling me...-
Let such a quiet, soft night;
That night was the dream of the two-eyed...-