তেঁনার ইচ্ছায় মৎস্যরা গান গায়

 এমন একটি দেশ , যেথা জীবন কয়েক হাজার বছর ধরিয়া নদীর  বক্ষ জুরিয়া, তেঁনার ইচ্ছায়  মৎস্যরা গান গায় , লাফাইয়া ওঠে জেলেনীর বোনা জালে,  আষাঢ়ের বর্ষণ  ইচ্ছে পাখির ডানায় তাল ঠুকিয়া ঘুরিয়া বেরায় , চাতকের মত বৃষ্টির পূজো করে ।


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