It Is Disgusting To Meet Rural Indian Characters

To pass the times In the company of Indian Trishanku Saying intermittently Tin tickat mahawickat, That Three-forked Fellow Erupting about come three numbers, Rural Dronacharya, Yudhisthira, Yuryodhana, Dhritrashtra Enacting improvised Mahabharata To suit their treachery, conceit and deceit, Living by fraud And playing roles in the villages Of illiteracy, poverty, hunger, scorching heat and summer, Ignorance, scarcity, pain, sorrow and suffering, The dens of village politics and treachery, The gluttons-cum-Indian pahalwans doing dand-baithaka As for taking much in the wedding and funeral feasts, The kirtanias doing kirtana just for money The odd and outmoded fellows With outward Hari-bhakti and prema Without having the inward streak within, Some conservative pundits without Brahma-gnan Just like diplomatic Chanakyas Without knowing gnan-margs, bhakti-marga, karma-marga Imparting moral lessons just for dana, gift, The pahalwan rounding the lathi To thrash the lathi from behind On the head of Tinmudiya, Mr. Three-headed Speaking with pun and doublespeak, screws, turns and twists And taunts, criticism and irony, Mr.Casteist talking about rigid caste-system, Touchability and untouchability, Mr. Gender Master talking about gender bias and prejudice, Who a woman, who a man and what they should, Mr.Astrologer going with the rounds of astrology So with his inward black knowledge, Mr.Palmist going by his palmistry Always a trick-master with the sleight of hand.