No one has talked - Sunil Gangopadhyay

No one has talked, thirty-three years have passed, no one has left
In childhood, a Boshumi stopped and stopped his incoming songs
Shukla Twelve days will be heard in the intersection
Then how many moon lamps went to New Moon, but that Botsumi
And alona
I'm waiting for twenty-five years.
Nad Ali of Mama's house said, grow up, grandfather
I'll take you to show the three-hour bill
The snake and the bumblebee on the lotus head there
To play!
Nader Ali, much bigger than I am? The house roof at my head
If you touch the sky, then you are mine
Will you watch the three-hour bill?
I could never buy a single royal shot
Lashkarbari boys show signs of sticks and lugs
Like the beggars, Chowdhury stood in the gate
Inside Ras-Festival
In the continuous color section, the golden elbows wearing golden bracelets
How many laughs
They did not want to return to me!
Dad touched my shoulder and said, one day, we too ...
Dad is blind now, we have not seen anything
Those royalties, those stick-logens, those ribs-festivals
No one will give me back!
Baruna said with a fragrant handkerchief in the chest,
The day when I really love me
That day my chest will smell like this!
I took my hand to love for my life
Red cloth tied in the eyes of a far-flung bull
Neither the World's Commonwealth has found 108 blue lotus
But Baruna did not talk, now only the smell of flesh on his chest
He is still a woman.
No one talks, thirty-three years have passed, no one talks!