Jatru, the erotic, managed to go to a pub,
With a waxy girl to dance and enjoy at hub,
Media and Jatru both were behind each other
When captured by camera then Jatru played,
The game and escaped putting same look,
When media confirmed about face change
They rushed up to the shadowy tree for fact,
There they saw, Jatru, lying on place intact,
Channels relayed Jatru in two places,
In a pub with lady and under the tree,
Thus they confirmed, Jatru the great saint,
When interviewed, Jatru has spoken -I don’t know,
What am I? You can find me everywhere-,
When Media knew the tricks, they kept mum,
TRP is high, and the followers became drum,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think knowing about the culture would have been helpful