Nijer?

Amar sob kota shira jeno tor jonnoi rokto race e dourae. 

Ei odbhut kotha ta bhabar por kobi pen chhure fele dilo. Bhabnar gondi periye hajar ronger nishan gulor dike takiye theke bollo- “Grant me the serenity to accept the things I can’t change.”

Sob noshter gora ki?

Bhalobasa? Nah! Tar jonnoi toh lekha.

Rag? Na. Rager boshe gaali beroye. Lekha na.

Obhimaan? Hingsa? Prem? Nirapottar nirobota?

Oshushtho kobi bhanga pen tule dekhlen kali akhono furoyeni.

Se jaye tar prem er sondhane. Bondhutter potaka oraye. Dhoya e sajay khela ghor.

Kobi shudhu bhabe. Bhabe ar rege jaye. Raage ar gaali dey nijeke.

Nijer haat duto dekhe. Kolpona e thappor mare nijer gaal e. Nijer bolte nijer e kemon onischit lage.

Ki nijer? Konta nijer? Haat nijer? Gaal nijer? Byatha nijer? Koshto nijer? Raag, dukkho jontrona kanna nijer???

Bhul. Shudhu bhul gulo nijer.