By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
The words of bare truth cry in the fallow land!
The naked promise peeping in, has stood in good stead!
The bare truth rolling back in the farthest corner, tremble in fears.
The naked promise in a crooked smile, laughs in joy!
The bare truth in our heart as dead as slain sleeps in peace !
The naked promise in a loud voice roars in the hills!
The bare truth shrinks in pain has found a resting den!
The naked promise with its false lines craves in human mind!
The bare truth in all shapes out in all forms spoils in dust.
The naked promise jumps in long strides, is all about to rule the truth!