Thus Spoke Providence Poem by Sumit Ganguly

Born out of pink union
you will be in an expandable bond
culminating in a rolling society,
and the bond will unfasten one day.

Love will make you grow, sustain.
The scent will cover up body and mind,
open up avenues of many fields,
and bid you adieu some day.

At the noon of day,
need and duty will keep you busy.
Exchange toils for cash and kinds,
and the business will leave you some day.

Time will engulf you from birth,
let you grow up in the flow
and run after it for sowing, reaping.
Bulk of Time will cover you up some day.

When your field is yellow and barren,
count your blessings, forget- forgive,
wait alone, my child,
someday I'll come and meet you.