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যাত্রী।

 আমি এক যাত্রী, আমাকে আলোর পথে নাও।

আমার দুচোখে রাত্রি, তাতে তারা ফোঁটাও।

আমি জোনাকির আলো, তোমার বিশালতায়

আমি শিকড়ের টানে মাটি খুঁড়ি, চেতনায়।


দূর আকাশের কোন এক পাখী এলো নেমে,

ভোরের দুফোঁটা শিশির চেয়েছিল তৃষ্ণায়।

সব খোয়ানোর ব্যথাগুলো নিয়ে আছি থেমে

মন খারাপের দিন গুলো কবে কেটে যায়।


গুটি কয় স্বপ্ন, রয়েছে সাজানো, শূন্য মনে

কয়েকটা ভাবনা, বয়ে চলে দূর সীমানায়।

আজ জনপদে, তুমি লঘুপদে, এলে গানে

কতগুলো নদী, ঢেউ নিয়ে থাকে দোটানায়।


মনে করো, আমি এক দি‌শাহীন, ছোট ফুল

ফুটে আছি একা, অচেনা লেকের, কিনারায়।

কাঁটাগুলো যেন স্মৃতি বিজড়িত কিছু ভুল,

ঝরে যাব, জীবনের এই ফুল বাগিচায়।

©kdee14/21.09.21/Bagnan

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