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আপডেট: ০৫ Jun ২০২৩, ১০:৪৪
Reluctant stiff, not to fall asleep, babies cry,
don’t want to leave friends and toy.
But as the baby falls asleep,
eye lids stand still and deep.
No more grief, what a relief!
Inside Heaven’s gate, truly peace incarnate!
Gone are the toys! Gone are noise
Honey doesn’t need of any play mate.
No more looking for them,
no more asking for any gem.
Baby enter into the land of nectar,
Holding heaven’s scepter.
In my thorax, You sit and beat
with all your kit, crooning ceaseless dit.
“Don’t bother sonny,
your abode isn’t here Honey.
It’s on the other side
Let’s return where You will ever bide”.
Here in this cage, whatever You chase;
All are mirage, elusive and maze.
Contrary to heed what You need,
I took You onboard through all road.
Spent overboard, exhausted all my hoard.
Dragged You eve to dawn, mountain to ocean,
In search of gem and elixir potion.
Journeyed pole to pole,
trekking through plain, hill and knoll.
For You, collected to my best
not caring about vice and virtue test.
Never heeded, I’m wretched,
“What You wanted and what I fetched”.
Sun goes down and bugle is blown
Alas! What a mess, now You turn your face,
step out to Your home, no abode no dome.
To the lodge, ever You longed,
for eternal consummation.
As all stream flows down and dream
to fuse in the ocean.
For so many days, in rain and rays,
in my barn, You spent your turn.
Only passed your time, longing for chime,
call for return.
As the call came, You ended all game.
Departed as dart, without even a nod,
dying to drink nectar of God.
Abysmal throes only for those,
who are left back
on the labyrinth of life lanes to hack.
Left-outs wail,
yet the caravan propel, taking all toll.
Halt for none, only take those are done
to attend providence call.