Donning the white topi,
In the white pyjamas and the kurta
With the bill over,
I giving the stunt,
Staging the nukkad natak
At the town square
I sweeping with the broomstick,
Singing a song,
Ooh-la-la,
Again taking a break from,
Asking the passers-by to stand
And give their boots
To polish
I polishing the boots of the passers-on
Smilingly,
Doing politics
Under the banner,
But the professional cobbler
Whom I have silenced after
Giving some money
Too knows it my tactics
Of coming into power,
I am not there to polish the boots,
But to do politics,
I not a stage artist,
But am doing politics
Under the pretext of the street drama,
Trying to gather the public.
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