The golden line ……speaks of their plight br The boastful sun is no more bright…. br As it sinks behind the bay br Beyond the green fields …goes another day….. br br Rahul, Pulu, Bubuns….running back home all sweat br Little birds fly hard….the last try to get some foods before its too late br Cattle are hurried back to stable before losing their way br Homeless Pintu plays his flute…. Beyond the green fields …goes another day… br br Thus passes the evening -shy as a women under the veil br Silence raps the cold night as the dog growls near the rail. br Only the sound of the flute passes through the ears br The melancholic music soothes the tears…… br Life here is not served in a tray….. Beyond the green fields …goes another day…. br br Black night and the full moon ….not an angel or the Queen br Still they dream …they dream of freedom and how to win br When time stands to still and stars could not shine …. br There comes the dream…..and they forget to scream….just like an old wine br Life is a game and we all must play…..beyond the green field ….goes another day….