A Bihari fool,
Dressed in clumsy white dhoti and kurta,
With a tikki,
A clamp of hair
Hanging from the crown of the head,
A blunt fool indeed,
Never a classical Sanskrit scholar
Questioning and inquiring his innocent daughter,
'Why did you,
Did you smile on seeing a boy? '
And his wife too joining the tirade.
Too much of conservatism is not good
Which but a sign of backwardness and underdevelopment,
Illiteracy and superstition.
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