A PERPLEXING POEM STILL

A PERPLEXING POEM STILL

Is this the car,

This the means,

Which the hero used

To dupe the Queen's ?

Is this the way,

This the sway

That Zia would use

And spill the beans ?

Then in vain have you,

My friend and dear,

Misread the one

That ever stood clear

Of the crafty foe

And of own ones more,

For he so foresaw

The risks within

To trust the ones

Of kith and kin

And drive to doom

With sleuth in chase,

For fifty such

Did lie in case

The bird did fly

From nest cocooned

And dupe the cops

In sleep so swooned ?

Now files galore

Reveal no trace

That Bose Sisir

Did start the race

From home and hearth

To end of earth.

Pray, tell me clean

What had been

That fateful day

Or night, perchance?

Which way the god

Did make his way?

What mode or means

Did he adopt ?

Pathan ? Sard ?

Whose home he stopped ?

Why so late

To air the view ?

'70 and '74 ?

Till then no clue ?

Composed by Sugata Bose