A Loafer, The Making Of An Indian Loafer Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The spoilt son of a humble father
He instead of reading,
Writing and going to school,
Keeps bad company
And absenting himself from
A loafer,
An Indian loafer
He starts his tryst with
Tobacco-rubbing and chewing not,
But with cigarette taking,
loafing about and smoking
In the company of,
Smoking and parleying,
Loafing and loafing
The son of a good father,
An inactive and lazy boy
Spoilt,
Living a lavish and luxurious life,
Spending money on narcotics,
Not good food,
But on spirits and intoxicants,
Ready to take to bottles.

A loafer keeps he about loafing,
Loafing and loafing,
Roaming and rambling,
A loafer he
Smoking and driving
A biker he,
A rash and reckless driver
After style and manners
And girls,
In the goggles
Thinking of a hero,
A theatrical not,
But a cinematic one,
With the belt and the handkerchief
Eyeing the girl,
The would heroine of his life,
A loafer,
An Indian loafer
Talking of outing and tours,
The musical set, the mobile phone
And the watch.