I am not the First Person!

By Subrata Mukherjee

In Love with Golapi, Subratagolapi

I tore the dark in the night knocked the door with the bell.

With a cry, causing smile as a soft and a smell.

I, as the babe, started moving in the hands on the lap.

In the care and the love taking many dozens nap.

Going young and the loving in the lips on the run!

From the crawling, to the feet with a call and the fun!

With the food in the wood growing again with the bad and the good.

With a smile on the face I reached a new and dashing spell!

In the sun and the moon in the line of a beauty youth.

With a heart and a smile falling in a wonder love!

With a dream in the summer and the spring with the dove.

In the change with a duty and a mind with a song.

Growing more with the wit I attained an old roar.

From the babe, passing time with the knowledge and the sense!

Take the wish of the heart to win the world with the mane.

Cross the border with the horse as the babe, from the dark to light again!

Taken from”Alone in the heaven!” by Subrata Mukherjee

The New World (Natun Prithibi)

©️ Subratagolapi