The Man Simply Never Found Out

Keeping constant vigil over his left breast-pocket
Alas!
The man lost track of this world as well as the next.

Yet

If his hand had travelled a wee bit lower
He could have discovered,
Like Aladdin’s wonderful lamp,
His heart —

The man simply never found out.

His money tree brought him ample harvest
The Goddess of Wealth arrived
On stilts.
The walls stood guard
Disallowing entry
To the slightest draught of plebian air.

Then

One day, while he was guzzling and gorging,
Through his fingers slipped,
One knows not when,
His Life —

The man simply never found out.
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Translation of a Bengali poem by Subhash Mukhopadhyay

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