By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
An elephant looking wild with a hope more wide,
From the woods in a mood went out for the food.
An elephant looking wild with a dream for a while,
From the woods in the search for her baby in the heart.
An elephant from the woods going a mother to the best!
Who are not the wild but a name very famous as human!
With the heart feeling for every right every wrong.
Doing great all the time in the day at the night.
Not the beast but the best casts a pity for the wild.
An elephant looking wild fails to read from the best,
Keeps the faith going blind on the fine human kind.
Sets the feet going blind in the nest of the best.
An elephant looking wild for a help from the kind.
Showing pain bowing down,
Fails to read a solid trick, take the food in her mouth.
As the mother of her baby not so ready for the bad and the good.
An elephant looking wild take the food from the kind.
To feed her baby from the man went blind to the fine ,takes the food in her mouth.
Knowing nothing but the belief and the trust with the faith on the kind.
Smacked to death with the cracker taking it as a food for the baby, in her belly.
An elephant looking wild dying with the little baby.
From the kind from the best very fine to the rest in the name called human!
…..based on a true fact, the wild acts of the humans shocked the poet and the poet in crying heart condemns the brutal act of those heartless humans through his poem.
The New World (Natun Prithibi)