Natwarlal

B Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey
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Natwarlal, the great conman of India, you see, Films have been made on you, But the tragedy your living nobody thought it to feel it, know it And while enacting all this, they made money Out of you, gave nothing to you And you remained poor, Fraud and false Instead of your talent, The talent you had, God-gifted talent Of forging any signature And representing anything else. His pass-book in his hands, the pass-book of the account holder And you after having drawn his money Moving away With the forged and duplicate signature, Nothing to doubt And your cottage industry was not For making illegal arms As the retired ordnance factory men do After their retirement. Yours had been a different establishment One of papers, certificates and testimonials, Small presses, Records and monograms, Contact and connection, You as the vice-chancellor signing certificates, As the controller of exams. of different universities And your candidates keeping it a top secret with concealed mouths Keeping the matter into the stomach And passing it not on. Your service to society, it will fail to give you back, On your certificates I see many Employed as teachers, professors, doctors, engineers, Judges, clerks, vice-chancellors and magistrates, With the curtains hanging And the personae within, Dressing and doing make-up, The certificate is the same, the doctorate o.k. But not entered into the varsity register, The signature of the vice-chancellor is thereon, The initial is ditto. Natwarlal, films are there on you, Heroes, directors and producers are making money, They turning into moneyed-men, But you keeping quiet, Holding a low profile As for your low means and poor money And only for that, For bringing medicine for your mother or father, You might have turned into a conman. Just a B.Sc. I can see her teaching M.Sc. And posted in the P.G. department, A professor calling himself an M.A. in English from Dhaka Vanishing after certificate verification, One vice-Chancellor calling himself a Ph.D. from Chicago But was not, Many quacks caught after producing false MBBS degrees. The case had been different with you as those times were hard As well as loose too, It was your mistake that you duplicated the signature And produced them, But many had Sahityalankara and Prabesika degrees Which they availed of without reading them, But genuine degrees And they worked as middle school teachers and headmasters And talked of expelling the candidates Taking the use of unfair means in the exam. halls. Natwarlal, I cannot say, nor can I judge it, Who is original, meritorious and genuine, Who false, fraud and duplicate, As it is very difficult to judge, Even law is implicating and enslaving, To put behind the bar And earn money for pleading is not justice done, There is something more in re-consideration of facts, Re-submitting of papers, Reviewing of the same matter And the judgement will vary, as it from time to time, I am sure As and while getting reports on a thesis by a panel of three experts, Even if one is in the negative, The Ph.D. will awarded to the candidate, So the things may vary with but cannot be so cruel.

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