By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
Through your tongue words of love spelt out.
And my face in your love flashed smiles in your way!
My heart never had a chance to close.
As you cried and cling to get a rose!
You in a song move me out and in.
Again with a flow of turn made me sing!
The mountain and the river knew it all.
You and me were in a ride, gave them a call!
The roads and the trees knew us there.
Where we stopped and stood face to face for a share!
The sun and the moon and the birds with their chime.
Travelled with us, a long way, in our love rhyme!
The New World (Natun Prithibi)