He is a Bihari professor of English,
Has not read,
But has stolen,
Has not learnt English,
Is still learning it
After chewing tobacco,
Rubbing and taking,
Rubbing on the palm
And dusting the lime powder
And taking into the mouth,
Speaking English
As a rustic,
A country boy,
A village swain,
Putting paan into the mouth
And speaking in English
And teaching in the classroom.
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