By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi Subratagolapi
A little boy cries in pain, he finds nothing even not a single grain!
A big man holds the power, scatters in every sphere.
Grabbing all, beyond all limits!
The little boy looks with the vacant eyes!
The big man collects all the ryes!
Drops of tears, from the eyes of the little boy speak all.
The big man and his big brain collects all!
That makes a heap of a thing of a jewel rubbish!
©️ Subratagolapi
The New World (Natun Prithibi)
The New World(Natun Prithibi) 