He is a daru man
As keep he the bottle of daru
With him
Sells not, but takes
And that too in full,
Fallen flat on ground
And you calling him
And he hearing you not,
Lifting him
And he unable to sit on feet
Clinging to you,
Hanging on
And it is you caring for him,
Bringing home
See the marvels of daru,
Indian native country liquor,
A non-branded stuff
But intoxication is granted
As a drink of it may take you,
Take you to heaven
And you never to return from
Laving your family in great distress.
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