Gabbar Singh Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

With the rifle in the hands
And sitting masked on a horse
And with a red vermillion spot on the forehead,
Gabbar Singh asking,
How many of you, Kaliya
And how many shells in my rifle,
Say, say, how to treat you,
What will it be you, Kaliya?

When I cross the country on the horseback
At solitary midnight,
Mothers whisper it to their children,
Gabbar has come, come,
He is passing by,
Do you not hear the horse galloping and going,
Don't you,
The birds fly away with a shriek,
Gabbar Singh has come, has come?

Thakur, Thakur, come you,
Come you out,
I am at your gate, gate,
Gabbar Singh, Gabbar Singh,
Strange is it, nobody is coming, coming,
Giving a response, O.K., I will again,
The world knows me,
Knows me as Gabbar Singh, Gabbar Singh,
Lo, he has come, he has come,
He is passing, he is passing!