A Meeting With Darhiyal, Mr.Bushy Beard, Not At All An Angry Young Man, But A Jolly Young Man Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

O Darhiyal, how are?
He took to not in a bad way
Rather chuckled aand smiled
And grinned instead
And spelt to himself
Mumbling and fumbling,
Darhiyal, Darhiyal.

Darhiyal came forward, accepted my greeting,
Shook the hands and said,
I am fine
And how are you
Shaking the hands,
Greeting
And smiling it thereafter?

Darhiyal Sir, when I approached you,
Feared I in getting introduced to
As for what would you,
How would you take this strange meeting,
But after meeting you feel I,
How hale and hearty, cheerful and happy are you!

And to my surprise and astonishment
You not an angry young man,
But a jolly young man
Even though your beards, black beards
Whatever be the secret of it,
Mustard oil or beard oil
Is Turkic and you a young Turk as per English idiom
But not at all an angry young man
Nor an angry old man
In whom blood often turns into water
And his being falling fits to high pressure.