প্রাক্তন

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কেমন আছো তুমি?
আশা করি ভালোই হয়তো।
শেষ মেশ বিয়ে করে সুখী হয়েছো,
একা যে বড়ো কষ্ট পেতে নয়তো।

আজও কি তুমি আগের মতনই আছো?
তাকেও কি তুমি নিঃস্বার্থে ভালোবাসো?
মাথা থেকে তার পায়ের নখ অবধি,
অমনই খেয়াল রাখো?

আজও কি তুমি রেগে গেলে
হিংস্র হয়ে যাও?
তাকেও কি পাখি ভেবে, আগলে রেখে,
খাঁচায় ভরতে চাও?

তোমার প্রেম কোনো দিনও বুঝলাম না বাপু!
চিরকাল দায়ী করেই সুখ পেলাম।
ঠিক-বেঠিকের গন্ডি পেরিয়েছি বহুদিন।
তাই আজ ক্ষমার অনুরোধটি রেখে গেলাম।

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