By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
It’s not my fault as it comes to me.
The day with the golden light or at a
It’s not my heart that laughs or cries often.
Or my mind moves in a row.
If it happens before your eyes again.
A little thought has come must you know!
The New World (Natun Prithibi)