Smritir adhare

Smritir adhare ami harate je chai..
Swapner sei bhanga taj mahal..
Bheja mati te pora abchaya chhap..
Urey jak ure jawa holud aachol..
Poth bheja seola te pichle jay paa
Ghaame osthir mon ar bheja gamchha
Fuldani achre aj hobey churmaar
Neme ashe chokher koney ondhokar..
Brist te bhije jawa sei pichle uthun
Nibe jabe moner sei sonar aagun..
Ashey sokal, abar ghure firey ei mon ey..
Jombe mon jani abar karor shoney..

Women: The world is your stage

Probably some of the better things in life are better off if left unseen
Which is why you love to close your eyes when you kiss, cry, or dream..
When the sun shines down her mellowed form, the chime of her laughter
Letting free the fleeting dreams and the chains off someone's daughter..
Sometimes hiding in the warmth of the sister who fought with her brother,
Her absence dearly felt after she married and left the house of her father..
The silent whisper of the fragrant wind when her fingers played with his hair..
The twinkle in her eyes, the unspoken love which she would never share..
Maybe sometimes through her magnanimity which often goes unnoticed,
Sometimes appreciated, sometimes unthanked for, our mothers do bleed..
Whence the river of our tormented soul takes women off to so many roads of life
Some with dwindling paths of joy, while others full of thorns, pebbles and strife..
You may think you are invisible,but you are not,while you play on stage your role
For all the virtuous men that we are, you complete us and make us whole..