Befuddles me when I see him,
Is he the same commander
Or is he the wise, solitary saint?
The world may play with his identity, his tribulations
Only he could make a deal with the Devil
To fulfill our tryst with destiny.
Gumnaami may be no fraud,
Subhash had his knack for sadhus
Since he was a child and beyond.
My country may have had no
Place for him, there were already sentries and kings
I still like to ponder, is he the same? My Netaji,my Gumnaami?
Why won’t I think this way?
Taihoku says, no planes flew that day.
The shrewd Government is still at it
Commissions, come and go, no files to display.
They say his comrades threw acid on his hands
To tie up a story that selfless man conjured stands.
Gumnaami may be no fraud,
Subhash used a playful trick to escape
Once from India, and once to die therein.
Her relatives swore they met Netaji
The Government secretly eyed his family
So, I still like to ponder is he the same, My Netaji, my Gumnaami?
~Soubhik Chakrabarty,
Kolkata, India
Goosebumps, Jaihind!