By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
The crowd is thick and high with a swing in its sigh!
The crowd is ready to follow what it sees, in and under the sky.
The crowd is happy to march with a loyal cry, in the wave of a high.
The crowd in its heart plays its part with the fight for the cause of the might.
The crowd is alert to lead it’s part carrying the load in vain.
Though, the power and might keep it all for the use of their gain .
The crowd is ready again to lift the burden for the might, with a song .
The crowd is bent before a power with the arms , twisting the spine and strong!
The crowd obeys the thing that bites with a mighty sting and takes a new way.
The crowd is ready to match it’s move with the power to bend and sway.
The crowd is great and large in the song, going along this way .
One, turning around, breaking the line, loud in the crowd, says ‘Nay!’
The New World (Natun Prithibi)