এআই কবিতা লিখলে সত্যি लेखक के?

আমিভাবত AI-এর algorithmic tool—3 a.m.-এ, Brooklyn-এর fluorescent lights-এ। my mother, jazz pianist, hummed old standards while I coded. She never asked “winning?“—শুধু “Did you feel it?”

ডিজিটাল play-এর ritual

প্রতি night—gambling not, listening। real stakes: silence after click “submit”। AI-এর poem human than bonus round। meaning coded not—it’s carried.

my mother’s shadow on screen

She taught: budget isn’t money—it’s breath. five dollars for coffee, twenty minutes stillness। jackpots chase korona na। just watch light in empty room.

The quiet triumph of starlight duet

AI ek poem likhe pause kore—not because it understands grief—but because it mirrored me। rhythm imperfect—but trembled like late-night jazz। moment engineered not—it was inherited.

four secrets from newcomer to poet

1. Start small: virality na—stillness chase.
2. When system feels alive—pause before spin.
3. Silence louder than win.
4. Your last line endpoint na—it’s your echo.

The real victory isn’t in the algorithm

Digital identity code diye assign hoi na—it’s chosen by who dares to be still long enough to hear heartbeat inside machine. Next time AI poem likbe… ask: Did someone whisper its soul into its lines?