By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
Out of the cavern, once in a dark night.
When I see the half moon breathing a sigh, in the west sky!
Swaying in wind with sinuous rills.
Shaking my mind from the miles away.
Soft and smooth and a veil,with a voice.
Ear of mine with a presage, eternal and fine,the eyes are on a star!
Echoing in rows,the brightest light is not so far.
White and true, drops a dew, holds me deep in your love!
……………………….the poet is in love with his beloved whom he sees in his dream in dropping of a dew from the heaven!
The New World (Natun Prithibi)