By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
In plain words the man speaks too much!
Of which many are not true and many are not even close to such.
Yet the people from all walks, in all colours from east and west;
Believe in their heart with smiles, nod in yes and make joy in rest.
With the words from the mouth of the man.
Who is nothing, yet the people dwell and believe he can.
Foaming words, dance in ring as the darkness rules as the king.
All are bubbles full of air, touching the heights where truths are rare!