Fraud a Poem On Social Satire by S.Sundar Mondal Poem by Shyamsundar Mondal

Fraud
A poem by S. Sundar Mondal

In light I always show fire-meditation at my corridor.
But seeing river I decent secretly in shadow dressing as Vagirath

Avoiding conch-blow I come in that hidden moment in tricks
Covering night-scarf I bring drinking-bowl's appetite at bed
In deep dip nectar drops in bolster uncovering loincloth
The bed is covered with stains, hundreds and hundreds nipples, loin-lands or female skeletons.

In morning bright I become pure, unmixed washing away all pales
I do carefully keep all nasty bed in bucket water
Hello, all listen to, I'm monk ------
And it's befitted to me with something else
like stain of bed!