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BOKA BURO


Joto shob unnoti aar unnoyoner gaan
Geye joy korlay koto praan.
Maanush jeno khelar putul-
Tomar gaane ullashe shob uthlo neche.
Boshalo tomay desher shinhashone.
Buke tader hajar hajar asha-
Notun raja korbe tader bhalo,
Palte debe durnitir rajniti,
Bodle debe manush marar khela,
Notun raja shobar upor boshe
Puron korbe jonogoner shopner mela.

Haay re boka chhele!
Haay re boka buro!
Kobe je tui boro hobi bhable laage bhoy…
Mitthachari, bhondo koto raja
Notun kore korbe hridoy joy?
Bishshash korar oitihashik bhool
Abar kore boshli morar aage!
Khobor-haate prachin baranday
Bhiru nojore dourer botgaachta dekhish…
Ekhuno ki shikkha hoyni tor?
Shishur moto asha kore boshish!

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