Bangaon, West Bengal
How many grains for how much rice,
And who’s got a neck that’s long and nice?
Who’s got a patch, and who’s got a tail,
And why does jalebi twist and flail?
Whose mouth pops with puffed rice delight,
And who fears yogurt in their bite?
Why does puffed rice fry without a hint of water,
In which book does this quirk even bother?
Why does the cow climb up a tree,
And why does the mind burn with glee?
How many stars in the sky so high,
And who can count them as they fly?
Which flower pleases which divine,
And why do bribes happen when food’s so fine?
Who does the cloud call for rain to fall,
And how do you understand words that enthrall?
Does the head spin with a “ban-ban” sound,
Is it just a walk that’s going around?
Does money stroll on a road so bare,
And who’s embarrassed by questions laid bare?
To grasp these queries and their play,
Read Sukumar Ray, and you’ll find your way.