By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
People are dying in hunger, children are all set to lick the dust!
Sound is galore but this is from the silence.
Noisy waves are rolling in every mind.
The eyes are blind and the ears are deaf
The mind is dead and the sound though is a sound is silent!
The New World (Natun Prithibi)