By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi Subratagolapi
You are my own people yet we are not the same!
As I have all what I needed and that you are devoid of in the game!
I can talk big despite my nascent acts.
I have the power, post and the weight in all the racks.
Dance in joy, move in ploy I look bright in endeavour.
You are hungry, torn and thirsty what I hadn’t been ever!
You though are my people lick the dust and born to die.
I bind in rest, cozy in gaze and stand with the tallest lie!