ꠚꠁꠖ꠆ꠖ: ꠀꠝꠣꠞ ꠀꠔꠞ [আমার আতর]
ꠚꠁꠖ꠆ꠖꠉꠣꠞ: ꠡꠣꠝꠤꠝ ꠀꠎꠣꠖ
ꠔꠣꠁꠘ ꠀꠝꠣꠞ ꠟꠉ ꠟꠁꠘ
ꠡꠣꠠꠤꠞ ꠛꠣꠁꠘ꠆ꠎꠦ ꠛꠣꠁꠘ꠆ꠎꠦ
ꠔꠘ꠆ꠔꠥ ꠔꠣ’ꠘꠦ ꠔꠣꠟꠤꠝ ꠖꠦꠄ
ꠀꠝꠣꠞ ꠈꠝꠞꠞ ꠝꠣꠁꠘ꠆ꠎꠦ।
ꠀꠝꠤ ꠔꠣ’ꠘꠦ ꠘꠣ ꠚꠥꠍꠟꠦꠅ
ꠔꠣꠁꠘ ꠇꠤꠘ꠆ꠔꠥ ꠚꠥꠍꠁꠘ
ꠀꠝꠣꠞꠦ ꠛꠣꠘꠣꠁꠀ ꠝꠥꠞꠡꠤꠖ
ꠀꠝꠣꠞ ꠈꠄꠟꠣ ꠝꠥꠍꠁꠘ।
ꠈꠁꠟꠎꠣꠔ ꠀꠍꠟꠣꠄ ꠛꠘ꠆ꠖꠥ ꠀꠝꠣꠞ
ꠅꠘꠇꠥ ꠈꠣꠚꠠꠞ ꠝꠣꠎꠦ
ꠡꠣꠠꠤ ꠍꠣꠠꠣ ꠡꠣꠝꠤꠝ ꠀꠎꠣꠖ
ꠔꠥꠝꠣꠞꠦ ꠚꠣꠄ ꠘꠣ ꠎꠦ!
‘ꠇꠤꠔꠣ ꠉ ꠡꠣꠝꠤꠝ ꠇꠤꠔꠣ
ꠔꠞ ꠝꠥꠞꠤꠖꠦ ꠇꠤꠔꠣ ꠈꠄ’?
“ꠀꠝꠣꠞ ꠎꠣꠘꠅ ꠎꠔ ꠖꠥꠇ
ꠔꠣꠢꠣꠞ ꠘꠣꠢꠤ ꠡꠄ”॥
♦ꠛꠣꠋꠟꠣ ꠄꠇꠣꠒꠦꠝꠤ ꠡꠣꠁꠔ꠆ꠔ ꠚꠥꠞꠥꠡ꠆ꠇꠣꠞ Γ0Γ৩ ꠚꠣꠃꠞꠣ ꠚꠁꠖ꠆ꠖꠉꠤꠞ ꠡꠣꠝꠤꠝ ꠀꠎꠣꠖꠦ ꠔꠣꠁꠘ ꠘꠤꠎꠦꠃ My fragrance [ꠝꠣꠁ ꠚ꠆ꠞꠦꠉꠞꠦꠘ꠆ꠍ] ꠘꠣꠝ ꠖꠤꠀ ꠔꠞꠎꠝꠣ ꠈꠞꠤꠀ ꠚꠁꠖ꠆ꠖ ꠁꠇꠣꠘ Γ0ΓΓ ꠚꠤꠞꠣꠞ ৩ ꠀꠉꠡ꠆ꠐ ꠔꠣꠘꠞ ꠚꠦꠁꠍꠛꠥꠇ ꠍꠣꠚꠍꠤꠟꠣ—
My fragrance
Shamim Azad
He follows me everywhere
Through my Saree, its layers,
the nice border
Chats with fine fabrics, fibres
as if a waistline beholder.
He is not bothered about
what I say or think
He keeps cleaning my mess
without any blink.
Shamim’s Saree and her soul
always walk together.
So he jumped out her heart,
climbed down to her saree
to be with her forever.
Curious people ask,
what’s, is he a fan?
I say, ‘he is my beloved,
he absorbs my sorrow,
wipes my sweats,
as much as he can!’