Kaviraj was quite satisfied and said, ‘Tell me how I wrote the poem.’
Hearing the poem, my ears began to tingle. Heart attack will become very difficult. I managed myself somehow and said, ‘No one else has written such a metaphorical poem after Jeevanananda Das!’
Kaviraj smiled gently and said, ‘Michael Phelps won so many gold medals in the Olympics by reading this poem!’
Hearing the words of Kaviraj, we all got hiccups. We all dusted his feet and said, ‘Your grandfather should have been born in the Kallol era.’
Kaviraj’s eyes closed with self-satisfaction. He said in a voice as dry as a dry cloud, ‘Will you listen to my 500-line poem written tomorrow at 3:40?’
We all shouted together, ‘Listen, listen.’
‘Listen to the first line then.’ Kaviraj smiled and recited, ‘Raja rode out to hunt….’
When we heard the first line, we were all fascinated, ‘Aha, what a consonance!’
‘Now listen to the last line.’ Kaviraj recited again, ‘On horseback the king entered the forest.’
We all said ‘Aha, Sadhu, Sadhu’ again and said to Kaviraj, ‘But where did the middle 498 line go?’
Kaviraj impressed us all once again and said in a solemn tone, ‘The 498 lines between the king’s hunting and his entry into the forest are just “tugbog togbog togbog”!’
