By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
Your heart bleeds but not red!
As the blow hit you made you fret.
Yet those raging bulls cast no kind,
And the demons cling hard making you blind!
Your head is still and eyes are closed.
Even your children starve in pain and their cry rings in the heaven!
Your land is barren and the dead can’t see the lark.
All dreams of yours are as the bubbles in the dark!
©️ Subratagolapi
The New World (Natun Prithibi)
The New World(Natun Prithibi) 
sad.
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Thank you Sharmistha for expressing your valuable opinion on my post 🙏
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Poignant.
Love it.
“Your land is barren and the dead can’t see the lark.”
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Thank you for your great inspiration 😊
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I claim no poetry skills
My ‘thing’ is true prose.
(I try to stick to what I know)
But ever’ once in a great while, I dip in a toe.
Then I run away.
Screaming
LOL!
I do enjoy your work and your site.
I shall return.
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Great work done by you 🙂
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