BIJOYA DOSHOMI...IN LOVING MEMORY...

Dhaaker awaz'e low-mid-high khNojaar agei jodi kaalipotkar chain onoboroto double bass kilote shuru kore, ba Deo search kore kaachher maanushtir kaachhe jaoyaar agei jodi dhunor dhNoya ese nostril'er anach-kanach vore fyale, othoba mishti khaoyaar agei jodi protimaar thNote kNachagollar sondesh pNouchhe jaay, tahole jene rakho dude, bigoto tindiner loving memory'r puroshkaar paaoya'ta otiobossoi 1ta baadhyotamulok byapar bole porigonito hobe.

Dhunuchinaach to moshaai bishaal risk'er jinis. Edike sNidur khela'tao thik otota amader property noy. Otoeb, fyalo kori....thaak, baakita ar bolloom na....ami-apni sobaai jaani ki korte hobe!

Bisheshotoh, Nobomi Nishigulote oghoton jokhon ghotei thake! (Ki bolechhiloom?)

Kaal berolaam na bote, but ghotonara ki ar theme thaaklo??

All of a sudden, he phoned and said,
Throughout these years he was numb, but prayed
For a faith to clutch, for a glory to shine,
For a path to reach the Father Devine!

But Hark! How strange is a newborn freak!
It screams such hymn that makes us sick.
I picked up the phone (I had no choice...)
And I heard him say in a weaker voice,

"Thou art my Lord! Thou art my peace!
Please lift my head and paint thy kiss.
I roamed this world and found you there...
You play your game, both foul and fair!"

I shook my head and felt as snug
As a piece of shit on a stainless rug.
I twitched my brows in a cause unknown
And, all of a sudden, hung up my phone!

SHUVO BIJOYA FRIENDZ!