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.