Neel Apurbo Biography

In the bottom of my heart
That inherited worship
Which is moaning
Not finding you…
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In a boishakhi evening
A lovely lady was seating
Under a bokul tree,
In that boishakhi evening
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In every moment
I thought
I forgot you…
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I thought
You will awake me
By the chimes of
Your multicoloured bangles…
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Hundreds of broken logics
Some green and ripe arguments
in mango’s basket,
When the doorbell rings
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