The call of Mohakal.

The Call of Mahakal (Poetry) ------Prodip Kumar Ghosh Gurnayman Kaashoonye Dik Bhram Jivajagat Just black shadow of circular silent pulse. The grip of moving worldly energy, no binding attraction. Call the velocity of the rays moving along the horizon by hand. Life is the companion of the flying path, the call of the universe fills every moment birth after birth. The journey of the universe does not stop any living thing, there is the eternal play of energy. Desolation of water in Matheghat, the collective color of the living world that returns again and again fills the night and day. The stars running in the sky and the wandering of animals, the croaking of frogs, the calls of rattlesnakes, there is no difference in the family of animals. Every moment we are engaged in action, it is as if all are responding to the call of the universe. The crops are flooded, the mountains disappear townships, this is like a picture of the juncture of the universe. Suddenly stopped civilization or war conflict, famine somewhere and the touch of the curse of science in modern civilization, I am witness to the call of the universe as if the arrangement of living beings. The farewell bell of the householder sud