Murkhamantri In The Prison, Under The Bars

Murkhamantri the rustic leader under arrest and lock up, Gone to jail, In the prison cell Taking sattu and litti, I mean fried gram ground powder with a pinch of salt, water And a green chilly during the day time And the small and thick bread Made on the palm and baked into the fire during the night time As for good health and solid dieting. The big-big talks of bossism almost gone, The blunt and rude behaviour, All gone now, Taking the airs of the jail And his socialism Rubbing countryside leafy tobacco And smoking bidi Along with prison mates, Fluting carefree notes.