I talk about not the good
Who are but a few,
But the Bihari chors and ghushkhors,
Thugs and criminals,
They migrate to other states
In search of jobs,
Diminishing their prospects
Like to make the call
Bihari Bhaiyyas,
Proud U.Pians and Biharis.
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