Time goes on without you,
but has no meaning.
Life goes on without you,
but has no aim.
Never had i expected,
to lose you so soon.
For being born to you,
was my greatest boon.
I always had found in you,
a friend, philosopher and guide.
But you have left between us,
a gap so big and wide.
In the deepest of my troubles,
i always turned to you.
For you are there to guide me,
that is what i knew.
The last day we were together,
you fed me with your own fingers.
The taste of boiled rice,
potatoes and salt still lingers.
Won’t you feed me once more?
For all other food
has turned for me sour.
Whenever i had exams,
you did take of me great care.
Now that i will appear for my boards,
why are you still not here?
Of all my secret wishes,
you are the only keeper.
Now that you have left me,
with whom do they i share?
Your smile would always bring,
joy when my mood was sore.
O Mother Dear! For my sake,
won’t you smile,
but just once more?
Mother though you have left me,
in this hell we call Earth,
I know you are still with me,
in my mind, soul and heart.
I know i won’t get you back,
far from this world you have gone.
But this open letter is to you,
from a very unfortunate son.
(PS:this is the original first letter)
Kothaye gecho tumi?
Tumake aami bhule jete chai na!
Ai to! Ui dineri to kotha…
jokhon tumi rannar kaj kore shute aschile dupure,
aar aami tumake kutkuti diye ghumote deini!
Akhon bujhi, tumi koto koshto kore kaj kore ektu aram korte aschile,
akhon buji koto anyay korechi tumar shonge,
tao tumi bokte na.
Ekhon ichcha kore ui din ta arekbar ashuk,
aar eibar tumake kutkuti na diye shundor kore ghum paratam!
Mone pore shei durga pujor kotha.
Dadu taka diyechilo pujor jonyo,
bhebechilam tumar jonyo ek saree aar babar jonyo ekta ghori kinbo!
Sheshe dukane giye ek Shuktara kinlam!
Bhablam ei tuku takaye ki hobe? Chakri kore tumake onek bhalo saree kine dibo!…..
Tokhoni jodi tumar jonyo kichu niye nitam….
Tumar chehra bar bar mone porche, Maa!
Tumar hashita arekbar dekhbar jonyo mon anchan korche.
Tumar haater ranna kheye to koto bochor hoye gelo….
Ui din theke aaj porjonto kunu kichu kheye tripti payni.
Aami ekhon 19 bochorer hoygechi! Eibar 20e paa diyechi!
Aamar much gojiye geche aar choshmao pori ekhon!
Onek boro hoygechi, Maa!
Ekbar jodi tumi amake dekhte parte…
Tumi jaoar por shob kichu bodliye geche, Maa.
Shei ghor, shonshar kichu uirokom na ekhon.
Khub eka eka lage, nijer moner kotha khule kauke bolte pari na.
Tumar kotha bhable kanna paye,
kintu aami kende tumake koshto dite chai na.
Aami khub bhalo aachi, Maa!
Baba amar jonyo onek bhabe, onek kore, kintu Baba je koshto paye sheitao to aami bujhi!
Didibhai ager motoi ekhono pagoloi roilo,
mukhe ja kichui thak, moner kotha aami buji.
Ekhon ghor theke onek dure thaki,
Rajasthane, Naveener shonge theke IIT’r jonyo porchi!
Kokhono jante ato dure ashbo bole? Aamio jantam na.
3 bochor holo eikhane theke.
Naveen khub bhalo chele, Maa.
O’r jonyo aami ekhon age theke onek confident aar bhalo chele hoychi.
Naveener Maa, mane amar ‘Badi Maa’ amake ekdom nijer cheler moto dekhe!
Aami khub lucky oder moto bhalo manushke nijer kache peye.
Tumi chinta koro na Maa.
Aami onek bhalo achi aar onek shukhe achi.
Nijer jiboner jonyo ekta lakshya thik korchi.
Tumi bhalo theko Maa, jeikhanei thako!
– tumar, adorer Papu