The Colour Of Death Poem by Ruby Mostazir
The Colour Of Death
As much as i tried to escape
Life tied me up so much,
Wel, let da life going on
Da way it used to go n mess
But death should be exclusive & elite.......
I think death is always exclusive & unusual
It coloured by the colour of sovereignty?
(Ami muktir jonno paliye jete chailam joto
Toto e holam bondi......
Jibon ta jemon temon katuk apotti nai
kintu mrittu ta shundor howa chai,
Naki mrittu shob shomoy e shundor
Muktir rong e rongin?)
Marvellous depiction. A beautiful Poem. Thanks for sharing.....10
very nice.straight from the heart.you like it or not death would come one day.we can only wish for the best.
It coloured by the colour of sovereignty? Its true if death comes let it come but with the elite, dignified(A sacrifice for the nation or for good work in fact this poem carries a lot the meaning, desire or quest for freedom made slave. bongla poem is replica of the English with slight difference, Yet the poem is the ocean a lot of rivers fell on it.thank you.....deserve the highest
shob shundor, mrittu, ashona aamar passke. Aame proshtut aachhe.
A beautiful poem really. I love death. I want death as it most beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 10:27:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
mrittu shob shomoy e shundor. Muktir rong e rongin. wonderful Ruby, my dear poet. You are really a great poet. thanks.