Every time I read the last two lines - "Shob paakhi ghore aashe - shob nodi.. phuroy a jeebon-er shob lyendyen; / Thaake shudhu ondhokaar, mukhomukhi boshibaar.. Bonolota Sen.."('When all the birds return home, all rivers too.. when this life and all its give-and-take comes to a stop.. / It's only darkness that remains.. and in that darkness, we sit facing each other, Bonolota Sen..", I can feel the goosebumps on my arms.. How can two mere sentences be so haunting, so beautifully tragic? Interpret it as you may - the lover's promise to stand by his lady for all his mortal life and beyond, or the philosopher's eulogy on the inevitability of Death and the romanticism arising thereof - these eighteen lines are otherworldly..
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