by abnish singh chauhan
Published on: Apr 17, 2010
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Type: Poetry

He inserts his foot in cracked bamboo
to open his own account

Dynamite grows in his fields
and arms are put up for sale
hounds and threatens humble folk
day and night
in the garb of a well-wisher
His great attachment is with the profit
he earns from them

All the bans are for those
who did not follow him
and they're trounced before the world
to get them to know his worth
he does what exactly pleases his mind

A vanguard in bomb and breath
but junk in relationships
known as a big gangster throughout the world
in spite of that prizes fall in his lap
applause comes to him
so ta- ta-thaia sings he all the way

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