O Laluwa, Lalu, Lallu, Rustic Bihari… Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

O Laluwa, after mixing water in milk
And selling it
And making money,
How do you call yourself honest?

After looting the national treasury,
The animal husbandry department,
Doing the scams
Pertaining to fodder scam, coal tar scam,
Stealing slates and pencils
And lanterns
To be given to adult education centres,
Call you not yourself a leader.

Laluwa, you are not Lallu, Reddie,
But Kallu, I mean Blackie,
A villagerly and villainous vulgar milkman
With a lathi to size it all,
A Tinmudia, Three-headed
An Aadhkhopary, Half-skulled
Or a Trishanku Three-forked
Going to the assembly house
On a black buffalo.