By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
The sun shines in the west and the moon dazzles in the east.
The bare eyes galore, busy in search for the truth clear from the lies!
The speakers loud in their vacant words, move from the west to east.
The sun and the moon along with the stars in million stand in a bid to call.
Though their silent waves rolling in the roars even fail to reach the common ears!
The bare and fake posing as great, have made all deaf and numb.
The eyes are closed, dark is bright and the truth is far away!
Dead is all but one who raised the voice, ‘Up is down!’
The New World (Natun Prithibi)