By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
The roar is loud heard from the distance!
The heaven and the hell and their inmates; all are in search.
The lies are conspicuous in every mind and every soul who are all humans.
The animals and the trees though are not in this side.
As they yet, haven’t learnt to lie and they nod twice in other ways!
Cry the people all around and bow down to lie.
The liers now stand strong and dictate to their whims.
Dying souls, dying heart all are crying loud!
Writh in pain in the dust and ruin.
False and lie are all set to rule and the truth is still absent!
The New World (Natun Prithibi)