True Education’s Prize. Poem by Subrata Ray

Do you think? ‘I don’t deserve!
I have stung ministers and big brothers,
In my art evoking body’s harp,
Yes, yes, I do deserve!
Since the days of university,
My geography creates history,
Under my cover I hold romantic stories,

Why heart? But witty beguile,
Ah! Yes I have stamps and seals,
I stand gate-way for so many deals,
I can speak fluent,
From moment to moment I can bend,
Fairy honey-pigs I can arrange,
I myself a poetry with grapes and orange.

Be not jealous and envious of my fame,
I am a step for their democratic names,
That’s why they sponsor and advertise,
I bring them ghosts’ oil from the fools’ toil,
Ah! Ah! Ah! , -I am the ultra-modern prize.