বাঁচতে গিয়ে তোমায় ভুলে যায়,
কহে সঙ্গে তব থাকতে নাহি চায়,
কিভাবে বোঝাবে তারে?
তুমি ছাড়া সেই অসহায়।

সুধায় তোমারে কতখানি?
সম্বল তাহার আমিও জানি;
নারী তুমি সমাজ কে শয়ো,
মোরা মাত্র তোমার ক্রন্দন শুনি।

হাঁসি তোমার থাকে যে বজায়,
তাও চলো তুমি কেনো গো লজ্জায়?
আদরে সে আঘাত করে,
ভোগবিলাসি কেবলই সজ্জায়।

আলতা তোমার গহনা ভারি,
নিউ জিন্সে জড়ানো শাড়ি,
লক্ষী তুমি দুর্গা তুমি,
পারবে থাকতে তারা বিনা সমাজে নারী?


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