
Onek proshner poreo thake ek abyay,
Peyechi atmoglani ar atmoporichoy,
Ami kichui noy.
Sesh hote shuru, ba tar ultopothe,
Dekhechi onek hente,
Jar ache sukh,
Ar abantor udyome badha buk
taro jibon nashwar,
Ek adbhut kheyale toiree prithibi, o tar isshwar.
Manush cheyeche hariyeche,
Peyeche tar theke kom,
Doshi bhagawan,
athoba manusher ashim kam,
Tar dam dite dite,
Ami firi amari amite,
Kete jay sab moho bhay,
Ami kichui noy.
Amar chaturdik ar ami,
Amar astitwer swarup,
Tai prithibite joto mile jete chai,
Nijekei bare bare khuje pai,
Prithok, ar sob theke,
Tai nijerei jorayechi buke,
Peyechi abar atmo porichoy.
Ami Ami-moy
Religion is an organised Insanity.
ReplyDeleteYeats said, when you quarell with others, it is rhetoric and when you quarell with your own thoughts, out comes poetry.