A few Bihari boys at the sales counters of Bombay
A first timers to any mega city before,
Standing by the showroom and marking with stare the mannenquins
Of beautiful girls as beauties and blondes
And thining of falling love
And if the chance favours, may be it that the murkhamantri
Will rise to the rank of the mukhyamantri, the chief minister
And later may move to Harvard B-schools
To lecture the biz guys
As for development programmes taken in his state successfully,
But the matter hidden so far that
He is a blunt and bogus guy,
A Bihari bluffing.
As they have not seen girls outside so much beautiful,
Taking them as for foreigner girls,
Whispering among themselves,
May be they film artistes of Bombay!
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