A Beediman Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A beediman,
A beediman of India,
An Indian beediman.
'Means,
What do you mean? ,
Said it my friend.
Did you not, my friend?
He is a beediman,
A beediman,
A beediman of India
Who often takes out beedis,
Kenda-leaf made
With tobacco stuffed in
To smoke,
Taking cheaper beedis
As for to keep up smoking
Which but the rural fellows do it
Boring us with their habit
And the hard smell,
But I can see the townsmen too
Failing to spend so much money
On cigarettes
He now purchasing beedi packs
to continue on
With his chain-smoking.