Neel Apurbo

I saw him reading,
The tired young man
Very smart in dress
and look too.
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In the bottom of my heart
That inherited worship
Which is moaning
Not finding you…
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In a boishakhi evening
A lovely lady was seating
Under a bokul tree,
In that boishakhi evening
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In every moment
I thought
I forgot you…
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I thought
You will awake me
By the chimes of
Your multicoloured bangles…
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You are a teacher
Light like a preacher,
I like your teaching
It helps me reaching
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From the moving vehicles
Rough wind comes
And touch me with
Its gloominess…
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Hundreds of broken logics
Some green and ripe arguments
in mango’s basket,
When the doorbell rings
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My room, five hundred sft.
Blue colored, as if
It shows the sadness
Of someone’s heart.
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When I saw you very first time
I could realize you are Prime,
Rough wind picks up your nice hair
My heart tells me to go there.
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