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জগদীশ তুমিও।

তুমিও তো জগদীশ, ঢেলে 

দিলে নীল বিষ।

গ্লাসে গ্লাসে মিলমিশ, তুমি কি

যাচ্ছেতাই।


ফুলেরা কি বাঙ্ময়, তারা

বলে, আর নয়।

হও না মধুতে লয়, প্রজাপতি 

খুঁজি তাই।


আমিও তোমার মতো, গড়ে 

চলি অবিরত।

শীত দুপুরের মতো, নিঃস্বর্গ 

হতে চাই।


মন কাড়া দিনান্তে, মনকে 

চাই জানতে।

অজানা পথপ্রান্তে, বৃষ্টি 

হয়েছি তাই।


মরণ পেরিয়ে যেতে, কোনদিন, 

কোনরাতে।

ভালোবেসে দুজনেতে, ‌চলোনা 

হারিয়ে যাই।

©kdee14

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