~Eagam Khaling~
In an early winter morning, a poet leaving his poem incomplete on the table suddenly walks towards the street. On the way measuring his restlessness a known person asks him, “Hello Sir! Where are you hurrying up to? Is everything fine?”
The poet is not interested, that’s why simply smiles at the person. On his way straight, he again finds another known person who shouts only once at him, “Hello! Where up to?”
This time, it makes the poet little giddy and gives a reply at once, squeezing his nose, “I am searching the head of the body.”
But the poet toils to say again, rectifying himself, “I am searching the head of the poem.”
After walking for some distances, on his way inside the street the poet finds a beggar sleeping leisurely in the chilling cold of the morning, covering his whole body with a dirty blanket. He stops there and after observing intensely for a while shouts waking up the beggar. The frightened and confused beggar asks him, rubbing his eyes, “Who’s this?”
“I am your man the poet. Hurry up man, you have to go with me, that poem must be completed!”
Having said that much, the poet begins to pile up the beggar’s belongings (as he has given all that to him). But the beggar asks him with a hidden fuss, “Sir! Poem?”
“No! Not poem, the title of the poem!”
After few seconds, the poet walks enthusiastically and beggar lazily follows him with sleepy eyes thinking that “the title of the poem” may be a name of the Chinese food. He swallows few gallops of salty spit which wets his mouth cavity.
Eagam Khaling,
Darjeeling,
734209.
(Source : Writer sent it via ‘Kritisangraha@gmail.com‘ )
