An Offender !

I always comprised

All my little demands

In hope of a noble gain --

 May I charged with an offence?

Production of the factory

Became satisfactory

Because of my hard toil

And keen interest.

The production-in-charge rewarded 

But I became unemployed

As a surplus --

May I charged with an offence?

Sipra's father called me once

At his home

For a critical mathematical problem

Which he couldn't solve.

He, the same person spread up

A story of illicit love

Between his daughter and I

By arranging a grand feast

In between some unsocial elements

As soon as I neglected

His special proposal --

May I be charged with an offence?

No one can guess now that

My mind was a green valley

And not such like a desert.

The fountain flowed restlessly

With the sound of a continuous falling --

" Jhirjhir ... Jhirjhir ... Jhirjhir ..."