Sankha Ghosh

Heartily I live, you'll find,
In a world of impostors, blind.

I touch him or her and say,
'Why turn this way, that way?

Throw off once your shroud,
Laugh out reckless, loud.'

They who hear me, cry,
'Who the devil's this spy?'

Even that kid from school,
Shaking his fingers cries 'Fool!'

Fool I've been since then,
Near Shyambazar, my den.