Papai saha


Ei shristir anu te anu te mago tomar parosh pai hridoye keno paina tomay shudhu sei to ami chai tumi dayamayi tumi anupama mago tomar upama nai achho saguna hoye nirgunete gunoheeney dao thai tor ange ange ruper chhata ronge ronge sar shiv kobhu tore mathay bohe kobhu bohichhe charan bhar sharoripu more kore alingan ore sharoishwaryamayi shor kore tui khelis devi habo ki ami joyee manushe manushe eto je dwandwa eo ki tomar chhol tobe keno tumi manasrupini manase pujiye ki fol kaler kakhan ghotbe anto ami bujhite nari kali kalidas kohe ei minoti jeno ante na diyo feli

Submitted: Monday, September 30, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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Dedicated to shrishriMaa.

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