NAKED KING
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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 ORCID ID: https://orcid.org/0009-0008-3912-7101-ID : 541708 Viwan-ID : 541708 Email: mdsh803@gmail.com ……………………….. 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*
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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 ORCID ID: https://orcid.org/0009-0008-3912-7101-ID : 541708 Viwan-ID : 541708 Email: mdsh803@gmail.com ……………………….. 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*