By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi Subratagolapi.
The wonderful sea rolles back to the shore.
To ask a big stone of its love fixed for a stand!
The moon hides behind the sea waves.
To see the rays of the sun falling high on the sand!
The birds and the trees call a question.
To know the reason of the earth moves round a star!
And the hills with the rivers take a bend in a rage.
To read nothing from the white as writ large on a blank page!
The New World (Natun Prithibi)