Prothom bhangoner por meyeta ar shei ager moto chilo na.
Chup thaka tokhon ar shudhu bhoy na—
eta hoye gechilo tar nijer shurokkha.
She shikhchilo kivabe nijeke guchiye rakhte hoy.
Kivabe nijer moner bhitorer shobdo gulo ke shanto korte hoy.
Din-er por din she nijeke bojhate chesta korto je
"Bhalobasha charao bacha jay."
Kintu raat gulo tar shathe erom kotha bolto na.
Raat namlei tar mathar bhitor proshno gulo uthe ashto.
Jodi she tokhon ar ektu chup thakto?
Jodi she nijer bhoy gulo ke chapiye rakhto?
Jodi she oi din phone-ta na korto?
Bishash tokhon ekta bhangachora shobdo hoye gechilo.
She bishash korte chaito, kintu sahosh peto na.
Karor kotha shune mon ektu norom holei,
tar bhitor theke ekta awaj bole uthto—
"Ageo to erom hoyechilo."
Ei proshno gulo keu shunte peto na.
She karo shathe share korto na.
Bondhuder shamne hashto, normal thakar natok korto.
Kintu eka hole she nijer chokher dike takate parto na.
Tar mone hoto,
she jeno ar keu noy—
shudhu ekta bhul theke jawa manush.
Tobu jiboner ekta obhiggota she tokhon dhire dhire bujhte shuru korechilo—
shob manush ek rokom noy.
Shob golpo ek bhabe shesh hoy na.
She nijeke promise korechilo,
jodi abar keu jibone asheo,
she ar blind hobe na.
Bhalobashbe, kintu proshno niye.
Hashbe, kintu chokh khule.
Ei chapter-e kono prem shuru hoy ni.
Kono notun manush o ashe ni.
Eta chilo shudhu ekta shomoy—
jekhane she nijer bhitorer bhangachora tukro gulo ke chine nite shuru korechilo.
Karor upor bishash korar age,
she prothome nijer upor bishash korte shikhchilo.
Ar shei jayga thekei
tar golper porer dhap shuru hobe.