Machh Kena

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(Unearthed from the digital archives of 2016 and modified)

বিশ্বাস বাবু মানুষটি কেবলি ব্যস্ত ,
কম্পিউটার এর সামনেই তার সময় কাটে দিবারাত্র | 
বারো ঘন্টার খাটুনি, এক মিনিটও নন ফাঁকা, 
তাই বাজার - দোকানের পর্ব সব weekends এর জন্যই রাখা | 
একদিন হঠাৎ অফিস এ গিন্নির call পেয়ে, tension এ পড়লেন বড্ড, 
বিনা খবরে শশুর শাশুড়ি উপস্থিত সদ্য সদ্য | 
এ দিকে ভালো মাছ কিছুই ঘরে নেই যে আনা | 
অল্প সময়ের মধ্যে, ইলিশ, ভেটকীর কিকরে হবে আয়োজন, নেই তার জানা |
ওদিকে বসু পরিবার , মুম্বাইতে বাস | 
তবুও বাংলার nostalgia তাঁদের টানে বারো মাস | 
তাই ছেলের বৌভাতের মেনু নিয়ে no compromise,  
চাই ফ্রেশ গলদা চিংড়ির সাথে পমফ্রেট fries | 
আবার রায়বাবুর ছোট পরিবার, বেশী মাছ আনলেই হয় নষ্ট ,
কিন্তু অল্প পরিমানে মাছ পাওয়াই যে কষ্ট |
দত্ত বাগানের জেঠু বড়ো sea food ভালোবাসেন |
Octopus, squid এর খোঁজে চুপি চুপি বাজার ঘুরে আসেন। 
গুপ্তদা Delhi র মানুষ, নতুন পা রেখেছেন শহরে | 
তাই বাজার হাট খুব একটা জানা নেই তার ঠিক করে | 
রোদ, জল, কাদা, হই চৈ আর মাছের আকাশ ছোঁওয়া দর, 
চিন্তা নেই, আছে internet er বর | 
এখন AC র আরামে বসেই নিজের ইচ্ছে মতো মাছ যায় কেনা,
ভালো কি মন্দ মাছ যায় কি চেনা?

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