হিসেব

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“একটা হিসেব মিলল না তাই,
রক্তে লেখা একটা রঙ –
কে খোদা কে পৌঁছে দেবে,
কোন ঠিকানায় লিখব খাম?” 

যে হিসেবগুলো কোনোদিন মেলেনা, সেগুলোর হিসেব কি কেউ রাখছে? এই যে হিসেব করে খাওয়া, হিসেব করে উড়তে চাওয়া, হিসেব করে বাঁচা, হিসেব করা খাঁচা,হিসেব করে লেখা, হিসেব করে স্বপ্ন দেখা, এতসব হিসেব-নিকেশ,যোগ-বিয়োগ, গুণ-ভাগ, জ্যামিতি-ত্রিকোণমিতি-ক্যালকুলাস করে শেষে কি পরে থাকে? Balance Sheet এর শেষ অঙ্কে গোজামিল থাকলেও, সেটা কি পড়ন্ত আলোয় আর নিস্তেজ চোখে ধরা দেয়? 

Location: Kolkata, West Bengal, India

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