By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
A morning of the aeons spells a call!
With a presage for me,you and all.
From the caverns , knock the minds sleeping as dead souls!
Stirring Frig and the Sun ,touching Thor and Saturn.
And the heaven in the run!
From the dark and solitude to the meek ,morbid and less,
Flashing the lights up to the moon.
Fading the sins all the way , for His beings, in its call!
………The poet feels in his heart a morning call from the Supreme God Fading all the sins in our life this call will make a difference!
Taken from “Alone in the heaven!”by Subrata Mukherjee
The New World (Natun Prithibi)