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বাদল বাতাস। শান্তনু দত্ত। বাগনান (18.7.20)



বাদল বাতাস, বল আজ 
যাবি কার ঘরে।
বল কার ঘরে, মেঘ চুরি
করে রোদ্দুরে।
দিশাহীন পথ,  ঘুরে মরে, 
পথে প্রান্তরে। 
বলাকার ঝাঁক দল বেঁধে 
যায় উড়ে, দূরে।

কোন সে আকাশ ফিকে
স্বপ্নের মতো নীল।
জল চুরি, তাই মেঘ মুখে 
নিয়ে ওড়ে চিল। 
দুপুরে ঝিলের ধারে, ঝিল 
করে ঝিলমিল।
কোন উদাসী বাউল আজ
দ্বারে দেয় খিল।
 
বাদল বাতাস, বলে যা
কোথায় যাস উড়ে।
চল দুপুরে ধানের ক্ষেতে
গাই এক সুরে।
সময় ঘুমিয়ে ঘাসে, তার
ফেরি ডাকে তারে।
গৃহহারা মেঘ এলো দ্বারে
ক্ষণিকের তরে।

আজ বাউলের বেশেই 
ঘুরবো সাড়া পাড়া।
আজ মিলবো তোর সাথে
বাজবে একতারা।
সময়ের ফেরিওয়ালা
হয়েছে গতি হারা।
বাদল বাতাস, আজ হৃদয়ে
দিয়েছে ধরা।















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