I Smile, Smile To Hear It Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

When the people remark it that he is dry honest,
Cannot even spare his wife, sons and daughters,
But God knows who is honest and who not,
If the father remains honest
And the son and daughter ill-schooled,
What use will it be of his honesty,
Which will not remain in as honesty
But will turn into the pagletgiri of his?

There is none as dry honest,
Everyone but after his own ends,
None beyond that periphery,
When one retires, what will honesty give to,
Medals,
Will he wash and eat the washed water
As see I him
Asking his son and daughter not to see him in the office,
Not to call him father there,
Letting them not touch the cheaper office stuffs
Which is but some sort of madness.

Too much of pagletgirti in the name of dry honesty
Not good at all,
If you have a salary and money in your pocket,
You are honest
And if you don’t have,
You are dishonest,
If the matter gets hushed up,
You are practical
And if it gets highlighted,
You will be behind the bars
As for fraudulent drawing,
Try to manage it, friend.

But if a man takes money and does your official work,
It is but honesty,
But if an official gives time, makes you come
To the office again and again
And is honest,
There is no benefit of such an honesty,
Take money and do the work
And it is your honesty
But if one takes and does not the work
Only then it is dishonesty.