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The Missing Whiskers English Abol Tabol Poem of Sukumar Roy

The Missing Whiskers English Abol Tabol Poem of Sukumar Roy
The Missing Whiskers English Abol Tabol Poem of Sukumar Roy
By Sukumar Roy (English Translation by Satyajit Ray)

They always knew the Boss babu 
To be a gentle fellow 
What happens if he in a jiffy 
Turns all blue and yellow? 

He was seated in his chair 
Relaxed and free from care, 
Indulging in his post-meridian nap, 
When without a warning, 
In the middle of his yawning, 
 Something right inside him seemed to snap. 

With muffled cries he rolled his eyes 
 And threw his arms about, 
"Alas I'm sick. Come save me quick" 
 Was what he sputtered out. 

They heard him and they all began  
To cluster round the stricken man  
And pondered on the safest plan. 
 To bring him to his senses. 
"Call the police " "No – the Vet" 
His partner said, "He seems upset" 
"But careful he might bite yet" 
Said his amanuensis. 

But Boss Babu – his face all red and swollen –  
Now declared, "My moustache has bean stolen". 

"Stolen whiskers?" they all cried, 
"The Babu must be pacified” 
And so they held a mirror to his face.  
"There sir", they said "You see 
Your whiskers where they used to be  
Who would dare to put you in disgrace?" 

Babu now began to scream 
"You dunder heads, I would not dream 
Of ever wearing whiskers so outrageous. 
They make me look a shaggy butcher 
Know this – in the near future 
I ought to – no, I must reduce your wages. 
This he did. And then at random 
He composed a memorandum 
 Herewith quoted (minus appendages). 

If you think your employees 
Deserve your love - correction please:  
They don't. They're fools. No commonsense.  
They're full or crass incompetence. 
The ones in my establishment 
Deserve the highest punishment. 
They show their cheek in not believing  
Whiskers lend themselves to thieving  
Their moustaches, I predict, 
Will soon be mercilessly picked; 
And when that happens they will know 
What Man is to Moustachio: 
Man is slave, Moustache is master, 
Losing which Man meets disaster! 
English Abol Tabol Poems Commection

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