NAKED KING

NAKED KING
(Poem)

Written by
Nirendranath Chakraborty
&
Translated by
Dr. Md Siddique Hossain
M.A.(Bengali & in Education), B.Ed., M.Ed., M.Phil., Ph.D.(Bengali & in Education), D.Litt.
Assistant Professor, Department of Bengali, Bangabasi Morning College
19, Rajkumar Chakraborty Sarani, Kolkata- 700009, West Bengal, India
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Even though everyone is aware that the king
is naked, they are still
clapping enthusiastically.
Everyone is shouting. Well done,
well done! Some people harbor reforms in their minds,
while others harbor fear; One has mortgaged one's intellect to another
man. Some are gluttons, some
are philanthropists, postulant,
and swindlers. Some think that the garment is really
exquisite and not visible, but still,
at least it is not impossible.
Everyone knows the
story. But the story wasn't
just some catchphrase-spewing
idiom, contrivance, or silly stanza. There
was also a child.
A truthful, simple,
and brave child.
The king of stories has descended on the public streets of reality.
The crowd of staff members
is clapping
again. However, I don't
see that child anywhere in the
crowd today.
Where did the child go? Has someone hidden him
in a secret cave in the mountains?
Or did he play with stones, grass, and soil and fall asleep on the banks of a
distant, lonely river or in
the shade of a desert tree? Regardless, go find him.
Let him come and stand fearlessly in front of
the naked king. He
arrived and raised his voice above the applause.
Let him ask:
King, where are your clothes?

*The End*