an excerpt from mah diary...

Ghorer ei nibhrito kone...
Brishtibheja ekti dine...
Dekhi boshe...
Din...Mash...Bochhor-guli kete jachche...
Khubie taratari kete jache..

Moner aaynar tar chhobi..
Ekhono fike hoeni..
Hajar jhor-jhapta samle...
Seti ekhono ujjwal...
Brishtir fotagulou ekhon birokto..

Choker samne aste aste bashpo jome..
Khonokaler jonno jhapsha hoe ashe saamneta..
Sei kuwashar moddhe diyeo tar chokhguli..
Dekhte pachchi..............

Dekhte pachchi..se bolche..
Ami tomar noi....
Tumi phire jao..

Bastober mati khubie kothin...
Khali paye naamle...pa chhore rokto-o berote paare..
Tar mone dhokar raasta-tao je ek-i rokom......seta jantam na...
Jantam na je eto pathor sekhane..
Se thik-i bolechhilo...E raasta amar noy...
Tai e raasta phule bichhano noy..amar jonno...