By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi

Whose wrong is this?
You are eligible but able to see
The wrong, writ large on everyone’s face
With a question, ‘whose wrong is this?’
‘I can’t do any wrong’, says the air in prison
I am not a headless but for the reason
I don’t know why?
It may be for the eyes;
Where the wrongs are all in vives,
Clear and open to see!
J