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রাজা ও রানীর গল্প – তৃতীয় পর্ব
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ফোর্থ ইয়ারের মাঝে
ক্যম্পাস ইন্টারভিউ হয় ।
দুজনেই ইনফোসিসে
সিলেক্টেড হয় ।
তারপরে ফাইনাল ইয়ারের
পরীক্ষাটা আসে ।
দুজনেই ফার্স্ট ক্লাস পায়
পরীক্ষার শেষে ।
পরীক্ষা শেষে
রাজা জয়েনিং ব্যাঙ্গালোর অফিসে ।
আর রানীর অ্যপয়েন্টমেন্ট লেটারে
জয়েনিং আছে মুম্বাইতে ।
এরপর যে যার বাড়ীতে ফিরে যায়
তাদের বাবা-মাকে চাকরির খবর দিতে ।
দুজনেই তখন উন্মনা
একে অপরের খবর নিতে ।
যাবার আগে তাদের চোখের ইশারায়
মনের কথা বলা হয়ে যায় ।
মনে কষ্ট চেপে দুঝনেই
নিজের নিজের বাড়ীতে চলে যায় ।
ছেলে মেয়েকে দেখে
দুই বাড়ীতে খুশির ধুম পরে যায় ।
তারপর চাকরির খবর শুনে
তা আবার আরও দ্বিগুন হয় ।
তখন দুজনেই একে অপরের খবর নিতে
সবসময় উন্মখ হয়ে পরে ।
আনমনা ছেলেমেয়েদের দেখে
বাড়ীতে বড়রা অনেক প্রশ্ন করে ।
এক সপ্তাহ পরে
দুজনেই পৌঁছে যায় যে যার অফিসে ।
দুজনেরই চিন্তা একে অপরকে নিয়ে
পরস্পরের সুখের রাস্তা দেখাতে।
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Dola Purnimas Dance of Love
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Under the full moon’s gentle light,
Dol Purnima dances bright,
A festival of swing and sway,
In honor of Radha and Krishna’s play.
In the Braj region’s vibrant hue,
And Rajasthan’s desert view,
Gujarat, Bengal, and Odisha’s grace,
Assam’s melodies fill the space.
Krishna and Radha, divine pair,
In colors rich, beyond compare,
Adorned with love, in vibrant array,
They bless devotees on this day.
Swinging palanquins adorned with care,
Through streets and fields, they gracefully fare,
With music, conch shells, shouts of joy,
As hearts uplift in divine employ.
In Assam’s Barpeta, songs resound,
Echoing Madhavdev’s verses profound,
Sankardev’s spirit, Bordowa’s call,
Celebrating Doul, uniting all.
In South India, kirtans soar,
Annamacharya’s hymns adore,
Tyagaraja’s melodies embrace,
The spirit of Dolotsavam’s grace.
Spraying colors, dancing feet,
In festival delight, hearts meet,
With greetings shared and delicacies sweet,
Dol Purnima’s love complete.
Holi’s kin, in spring’s embrace,
A celebration of divine grace,
Dol Jatra, Doul Utsav’s call,
In love’s dance, we stand tall.
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True Partnership on Healthy Relationships
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In the sanctuary of our bond, we thrive,
Where authenticity reigns, we both survive.
No need to don a mask or play a role,
For our love blossoms from the depths of our soul.
Aligned in values, like pillars we stand,
Honesty, respect, and trust hand in hand.
In times of trial, we’re each other’s rock,
Offering solace in the storm’s cruel knock.
Communication, a bridge we build,
With honesty as its mortar, our hearts are filled.
Open to growth, we face each challenge a new,
With a shared commitment to see our love through.
In victories, we cheer, in setbacks, we console,
Encouraging each other to reach our highest goal.
Disagreements arise, yet our bond remains strong,
For in our differences, we find where we belong.
Mistakes we make, but accountability we claim,
Striving to mend, to rectify, to tame.
Decision-making isn’t one-sided, but shared,
In our partnership, equality declared.
Listening becomes an art, a sacred rite,
Understanding the other, not just winning the fight.
Together we laugh, we cry, we dream,
In each other’s company, life’s beauty gleams.
Quality time we cherish, yet freedom we prize,
Balancing togetherness with lives that rise.
In this dance of love, we find our stride,
For in each other’s arms, we abide.
In the journey of marriage, our love blooms bright,
A tapestry woven with threads of delight.
Hand in hand, we traverse life’s winding road,
Together we carry each other’s load.
In the warmth of our home, laughter resounds,
Where love’s tender embrace knows no bounds.
Through the seasons of joy and sorrow we roam,
Our hearts intertwined, finding solace in home.
With each passing year, our love deepens still,
Rooted in trust, it withstands every thrill.
Side by side, we weather life’s storms,
In the shelter of our love, our hearts transform.
Through the years, our bond only grows,
As we nurture the love that forever flows.
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Ma Saraswati
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In realms of wisdom, where knowledge reigns,
Ma Saraswati, eternal muse, sustains.
With veena in hand and lotus throne,
She graces our minds, our spirits she hones.
Goddess of arts, of music, of speech,
Her blessings upon us, a celestial reach.
In the tapestry of life, she weaves,
Inspiration she brings, as our soul believes.
With books as her garland, she lights the way,
Guiding seekers through night and day.
Her wisdom flows in rivers vast,
Quenching the thirst of hearts steadfast.
In temples adorned with sacred art,
Devotees gather, their voices a part
Of mantras sung in her divine praise,
As incense smoke spirals in her grace.
From the silence of dawn to twilight’s hue,
She whispers secrets, both old and new.
In classrooms and sanctuaries alike,
Her presence brings solace, her aura strikes.
With eloquence, she paints the skies,
Stirring hearts with her melodic cries.
In every brushstroke, every verse,
Her essence lingers, a blessing diverse.
She dwells in the pages of ancient lore,
And in the minds of scholars, she does implore
A thirst for knowledge, a hunger for truth,
For in her embrace, there’s eternal youth.
So, on this day of Saraswati Puja divine,
Let us bow before her, let our spirits align
With the flow of wisdom, with the melody sweet,
And may Ma Saraswati’s blessings complete
Our journey of learning, our quest for light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
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Love’s Journey- Embracing Tradition and Change
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In ancient days where love held sway,
Kamadeva’s grace did brightly play,
In Khajuraho’s monuments fair,
His essence lingered in the air.
But as the ages onward flowed,
Love’s open display would erode,
Middle Ages saw a veiled view,
Public affection bid adieu.
Yet in the modern tide’s embrace,
Valentine’s emerged, a newfound grace,
From screens of TV to love letters penned,
A cultural shift, a trend to amend.
India’s heart, reluctant at first,
To Cupid’s arrow, felt a thirst,
Resistance from tradition’s hold,
But change unfurls, a story bold.
Religious fervor, cultural cries,
From Hindu, Muslim, Christian ties,
Valentine’s deemed a foreign face,
A challenge to tradition’s grace.
Rejecting love in public sight,
To keep tradition’s flame alight.
Yet amidst the clash of old and new,
Valentine’s Day breaks through,
A symbol of love, both old and new,
In hearts of many, it finds its due.
But controversy still remains,
Postcolonial critique strains,
Valentine’s Day, a tool of might,
For Western culture’s spreading light.
Cow Hug Day, a twist unique,
A call to hearts, a gentle tweak,
A reminder of roots, traditions deep,
In the embrace of creatures, we find peace.
As debates rage on, passions high,
Valentine’s Day still fills the sky,
A celebration, love’s sweet call,
In India’s story, one and all.
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Prelude to Love’s Embrace
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In the soft glow of February’s dawn,
A whisper in the air, love is drawn.
Before the roses bloom in crimson hue,
Hearts beat with anticipation anew.
Eager souls dance in the shadows’ play,
Yearning for the touch of love’s bouquet day.
Promises woven in tender threads,
As anticipation fills their heads.
With each passing moment, hearts align,
In the tender embrace of Valentine.
A gentle promise in the twilight’s gleam,
Love’s symphony, a timeless dream.
Fingers intertwined, hearts ignite,
In the prelude to love’s sweet delight.
Whispers carried on the breeze’s sigh,
As lovers beneath the starlit sky.
The world transforms in love’s tender gaze,
Lost in the enchanting lover’s maze.
Eyes meet, a silent vow is made,
In the gentle noises of love’s cascade.
Soft murmurs linger in the moonlit air,
As love blossoms, beyond compare.
A symphony of hearts in sweet refrain,
As love’s melody weaves its gentle chain.
In every glance, a story told,
Of love’s journey, both young and old.
Hand in hand, they wander on,
In the prelude to love’s sweet song.
With each heartbeat, love’s echo resounds,
In the silence, its beauty surrounds.
A tapestry woven in shades of affection,
In the tender embrace of love’s perfection.
In the quiet moments before the dawn,
Love’s whisper lingers, soft and drawn.
In the promise of tomorrow’s embrace,
Love finds solace, in this sacred space.
So let the V-day celebration start,
With love’s tender touch, heart to heart.
In the prelude to love’s sweet embrace,
Let us find joy in this sacred place.
