Trying To Be a Poet But Could Not

I wrote a poem (so much confused really it is a poem) in my student life for my Alien and thought I will continue my writing in my whole life. But I could not continue it because no one can not be everyone and also I could not listen the poem to my Alien. Also I have no creative / comic mind to write a poem. Time to time my life going to be as robotic life and many of friends (specially Alien) say I am a Machine Man (Jonthro Manob).

But really am I a machine man? Ohh sure I do not mention who is my Alien. So Guess?

And I have dedicated the poem to my Alien...

Tumi shundor, khubi shundor
Ki r kori?
Shodu thakiea thaki
Ek polok dristite
Tomar duto chokker dike
Jekane ache ek onabil shopno,
Achea kicu dustomi, r kicu cholona
Thobo o ami thakiea thaki, tomar dike
Nirobe kicu nona shopno niea
Jekane akash mishe gelo
Shagorer govir jolea
Ki r kori?
Erpor o thakiea thaki
Tomar duto choker dike
Jekane ache kicu kolpona,
Jekane mishea ekkakar holo
Amar khono jiboner shob ostitto
Jar kono shoro nei,
Nei kono shes
Thobo o ami oppekkai thaki
Khokon shunbo shei kotha ti
Bolbe amai lokkiti
Will u marry me?
That I hold in my mind,
With a deep secret
Kintu ki r kori?
Erpor o thakiea thaki
Meghla akasher dike
R vijte thaki
Pin pin bristi te
Nei kono tension jiboner
Shodu vabi
Kokhon hobe tumi amar, shodu amar
Jhokon milbe duto rhydoi
Ek chilte ruddroer khelai
Jekane thakbe na kono ondhukar
Thakbe na dusto pritibir sporsho
Thakbe shudu...



To be continued…