ভুলে যাওয়া রক্তের ভীড় হয়ে আছে
স্মৃতির তীরে।
আর অনেক মা, বোন, প্রেমিকা, স্ত্রীয়ের
লাঞ্ছনা —
মনে রাখার চেষ্টাই করিনি আমরা —
তাদের চোখের জল,
হৃদয়ের গভীরে লাগা আঘাত,
জীবন-ভোরের ত্যাগ —
বিলুপ্ত হয়ে গেছে
পুরুষের করা ইতিহাসের ভীড়ে…
Transliteration (dictionary):
bʰīṛ
bʰulē yāōẏā rôktēr bʰīṛ hoẏē ācʰē
sⁿr̥tir tīrē.
ār ônēk mā, bōn, prēmikā, str̥īẏēr
lāncʰonā —
monē rākʰār cēṣŧāi korini āmrā —
tādēr cokʰēr jôl,
hr̥dôẏēr gobʰīrē lāgā āgʰāt
jībon-bʰōrēr tẏag —
bilupto hoẏē gæcʰē
puruṣēr kôrā itihāsēr bʰīṛē…
Translation:
Crowded
Forgotten drops of blood are crowded
in the shores of memory.
And many a mother, sister, lover, wife’s harassments —
we haven’t even tried to remember —
Their tears,
Hurt felt very deeply inside,
Sacrifice of their lives —
have become extinct
due to history crowded by men.
Forgotten drops of blood are crowded
in the shores of memory.
And many a mother, sister, lover, wife’s harassments —
we haven’t even tried to remember —
Their tears,
Hurt felt very deeply inside,
Sacrifice of their lives —
have become extinct
due to history crowded by men.
This is inspired by the shocking revelations about my boyhood heroes that I came across recently:
Debdutta Paul 
Poignant words, Debdutta.
I was introduced to Feynman’s books and lectures back in college and to read about this side of him after absolutely adoring his work, shocked me to say the least.
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