By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
You did a wrong, just once believed humans!
We did a crime, killing your trust.
Marching to us being hungry and helpless
We should have, O mighty soul nevertheless.
Helped you in your painful cause.
Forgive us , pray the poor humans!
In your sense, we stand ingrate up to the brim,
We bend before you, beg pardon for our highest sin!
…………..the poet is deeply mourned for the brutal act from the humans and begs pardon from the great soul who believed the humans but in return received an untimely death for the heinous act of the humans!
The New World (Natun Prithibi)