চারপদী
শুকনো পাতাগুলো ছড়িয়ে পড়ে এখানে সেখানে,
প্রসন্ন বোধ করে তারা জমা যখন করে কেউ তাদের একখানে।
ক্ষণিকের সে আনন্দ শীঘ্রই পরিণত হয় বেদনায়-
যখন দিয়াশলাইয়ের কাঠি সেই স্তুপে ব্যবহৃত হয়ে যায় !
TO OUR SON (ON HIS GRADUATION).
** TO OUR SON. ** (ON HIS GRADUATION) -AF EKBAL. LIFE IS A FLEETING BARGE CROSSES AHEAD SO FAST, WITH EACH DAYBREAK ANOTHER DAY BECOME PAST. AS FATHER, NEARED YOU SINCE YOUR LIKELIHOOD, CARESSING SINCE YOU BORN- WITNESSING CLOSELY YOUR MANHOOD. IN A SPECIAL COMPARTMENT OF MY HEART STORED SO MANY SPECIAL MEMORIES OF YOUR CHILDHOOD THAT ENDEARED YOU TO ME- ARE OF VARIOUS CATEGORIES. SO SOFT YOUR SOUNDS THE SIGHT OF YOUR LOVELY TEARS, MILD HUGS WITH LITTLE ARMS ALL ARE SAVED FOR YEARS ! YOU NOW GROWN UP AND FLOURISHING YOUR OWN IDEAS, YOUR SPIRIT NOW CAN MANIFEST THE UPCOMING YEARS. I'M SO PROUD...
Comments
Post a Comment