This person dabbles in writing.
I do not give much for his wrting.
But how confidently he carries himself!
If I was twice as good,
I would still not feel
as sanguine as he seethes.
I would not attend such a function.
But he requested me
to attend this function
regarding remembrance
of a very well-known poet.
The request was laced
with another person's name,
who has the habit of playing truant,
now and then.
But one has to pardon
many acts of misdemeanor
of many a Tom.
On reaching the session site,
full import of the programme was evident.
Will it smack of self-glory
as is the wont, so often.
I was in double mind,
shall I or shall I not?
I stayed;
and in an hour the programme unfurled on the attendees.
It was OK,
one might say good,
but may not be totally unalloyed.
But when they wanted to stretch it beyond the hour,
I quietly slipped out.
One should never go beyond
the sum and substance
of an intended discourse.
It becomes painful,
loses its gravity,
and demeans the personalities.
When will Indians,
particularly Bengalis,
learn brevity?
