আমার ছেঁড়া খাতার কিছু মুছে যাওয়া পাতা

O DIDI dao na khule -

oi janlar kanchta.

Keno rekhecho aral kore

bairer oi neel akashta.

Dekhte dao na koto pakhi

neel akashe ure beracche,

amake je ora urte-urte

haatchani diye dakche.

O DIDI bolo na go

r kotodin amay ekhane rakhbe?

Daktar kaku ke jiges koro na

kobe je amay charbe?

Bhallage na!

Roj e mithye bole

khawaccho amay osudh koto.

Laal, neel, holud, sada sob

amar khelar khabarer moton.

Chunch futiye roj e

je amay diccho eto betha-

asuk na niye aaj abar sei

bolboi na aar kotha.

O DIDI go, bolo na bapi ke

amay ekkhuni niye jete.

R kokkhono na niye ase amay

ekhane fele jete.

Tomay ki bolbo !

Tumi o to go bolo misti kotha,

tarpor e to osudh khaiye

debe chunch fotanor betha.

Dekho na aami, koto chhoto ek,

aar kotokhani jani bolo?

Dakbe thakurke, amar hoye,

Aar bolbe korte amay joldi bhalo?

O DIDI bhai, aar to kichu nei,

hobe ki tomar ektu khaoa -

dairy milk e te?

Doya kore aamay lukiye pouche debe -

aamar maayer kolete?