Had he been,
He would have delighted
With his write-ups
On daru, ladki and bottle,
A lover of women,
Wine
And bottles.
Of rum, whisky, beer,
Brandy, vodka,
Champagne,
Videshi, not deshi daru,
Native not, foreign liquor.
No talk without daru,
Bring that if have to talk with,
No talk without women,
Spice you
With chutney and sauce
And salad.
A daru man was he,
A ladki man,
A fiction man
Of memoirs and autobiographies,
The dirty old man of literature.
Taking daru and writing,
Writing and taking daru,
The man of daru,
For daru,
By daru,
Taking and writing,
Writing and taking.
The daru man of literature was he,
A daru man he
Was not a seller of daru
Or a buyer,
But a taker of daru,
Emptying bottles to write.
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