Lal Chand Rajput
An Indian warrior class man
Twirling his moustache,
Oiling and twirling,
An Indian Rajput.
Gone are the days of glory
When in battle fatigues
They used to fight valiantly
Talking of valour and chivalry,
Wins and losses
Sometimes foolishly with might,
Without the brain.
The same character degenerated
Into robbery and goondaism,
Villainy and thuggery,
Mr.Thakore,
Unprincipled and indisciplined,
Debauchery taking over.
An Indian badmash,
Lal Chand Rajput,
Blunt and dullard
Passing his days
Behind the bars
As a jailbird.
Lal Chand Rajput
Twirling his moustahce,
Twirling and twirling
And oiling,
Twirling and twisting
To keep it oiling
And talking of his villainy
And above all, masculinity.
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