Scientific or philosophic; whatever mad you think me to be,
I will not say I have come to make any human happy.
I rather think of those enemies;
who coming as friends save their own a*s at the time of death.
The world is a fleeting b*ch-made court of Krishna Chandra;
we all here are Gopal Bhar.
Your friend; your that much friend,
as much friend you want to be,
in the proverb 'friend only in good times' forget such words today.
Salute then also to those insects;
who stay only in the circle of money;
is he then the One Above, the one who calls only from above?
Can they then be Gabriel;
with six hundred wings in the folds of their back?
Gabriel is like Gabriel only; six hundred wings are needed for flying work.
U*ly d*nkey all those people
those humans who are s*up*d-f*c*ed
near them never take
prayers listen You O God;
Leader of the bandit herd will be leader only
if ever in lonely estrangement you see the moon
you know; the artist self sometimes hides
sometimes sometimes secretly draws the moon.
Boy embarrassed; youth embarrassed;
many people embarrassed in many ways,
you know, the leech however tamed
once it gets chance it will drink blood.
(2021)
Note: Krishna Chandra was the real king of Nadia in the 1700s, running a classy cultural court. Gopal Bhar was his sharp witted jester, roasting hypocrisy left and right. But all those over the top legendary stories about him? Mostly folklore hype, history doesn't back half of it.
