By Subrata Mukherjee.
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
The wise and the great, the scholars and the best!
Are all in a state, useless and fret, bent to ground;
Ruled and rattled by the words and acts,
Of the wicked and crooked!
For unbound greed of the wicked and the wretched!
For their gain inglorious and ingrate.
Spread in all sides, with blood and stain!
Of the common souls in millions whose eyes are wet as if in rain!
The cruel machines, inglorious and indiscrete,
Dance in joy with power and ploy.
Force and fear, with love in rare for which trod and down, crying in vain!
The reverse angle is fixed and set well,
for a wrongful gain for those huge evils, in every bare brain!
…………………..The poet feels pain in his heart to see the wrong dominates over the right , further vision and conscience of the people became blind and injustice looms large on the future of humanity .
The New World (Natun Prithibi)