15/02/2022
(কবিতা আমার তেমন একটা ভালো লাগে না। জীবন আমার গদ্যময়। কয়েক বছর আগে বিরহের এক যন্ত্রণা ঝরে পড়েছিল আমার একটা লেখায়। আজ পুরনো ডায়েরি থেকে সেটি পোস্ট করলাম। জানিনা এটি কবিতা না গদ্য, না হিজিবিজি কিছু একটা)
Can I Ever Forget Thee?
---Krishnapada Bhowmick
Dearest! At length I felt,
You are not for me or
I am not for YOU, anyway,
Came my woeful days
When you rejected me
With your 'right' choice.
Till now, I can't decide
Whose offence is offence indeed!
I not always worshipped your beauties,
But can I ever forget your virtues,
That live in your little heart, the biggest one
That has an entryway for everyone and,
Here lies your faults, yes faults I call it.
One day enters a worm here only
To destroy the faith of ours!
A soft corner of thy heart,
Makes you think the worm to be a god,
Makes you forget of my love,
Makes you welcome to that traitor!
Oh! How cruel my fate is, that
Compels me to take a separation
From my lady whom I love the most.
Dearest! Do you know how my
Days are spent without you?
In work or dreams,
Comes your childish face to
Tell me, "I am not yours".
Now I am alone, though so many
People are around me! Why?
Because you're not beside me.
I've been deceived, deprived of
The soup and curry cooked by
You! Oh! How unbearable to think
It today that these are now bringing
Happiness for a 'friend' , the enemy.
Remember, the doors of my heart will always
Remain open to welcome two souls--
One is mine and other is yours.
Never I forget to call you up, years after years!