At Birsingha, Ghatal
Telling of his birth and childhood
And at Karmatar, Jamtara
His last days away from among the tribals.
Pages From his Life
Iswar Chandra Vidyasagar
Reading under the street lamplight,
Crossing the small stream
To see his sick mother.
N.B. One title, two sub-titles
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