Detection For The Lost Nobel Poem by Amitava Chakraborty

Soaking his wet beard filled in tears,
Blowing his running nose sounding fears
With a Sriniketan made napkin
Panted Tagore in deep sorrow
For the shock of the lost Nobel
Stolen from Viswabharati ringing the devil’s bell.

Tied a knot in his silky beard
Promised Tagore to find out his rare reward,
Cried he “Call Kushadhaj from Taaldhaj
For capturing the thief & finding out the asset,
Need that mini detective
The disciple of Sharloke Homes is now active.”

Started his investigation from Uttarayan
Met Kushadhaj a herd of cows at Udayan.
At once stuck his eyes at the swollen belly of a calf
How could it be a mistake of this veteran detective?
Passed his hand into the mouth of the calf in hope of Nobel
Soon got a blow of horn by its mother impressing a black label

At last got the tiny detective a fax.
The Nobel is hidden inside a bee-hive made of wax.
Sharply he climbed up the trees with a stick.
Pierced Kushadhaj into the hive.
Ah! What a fierce sting of thousand bees.
Swollen body like a pumpkin fell down from the trees

Searching continued for the lost Nobel everywhere
But the poor detective found it nowhere.
Came C.B.I, gone C.I.D but all in vain,
Sat down the disciple of Sharloke Homes in despair,
At last got an ear pulling by Tagore in the yard
Smiled he “You fool spy; I hid it so long in my thick beard”.



02.07.08


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