Wherever go I meet I them
Khaini Kings,
Great Tobacco Masters
Not of U.P. and Bihar only
But of the whole of India
At paan-stalls not,
But on the platforms and bus-stands too
Khaini Kings,
Tobacco Masters
Buying the tobacco pouch,
Taking a bit
And putting on the palm
Rubbing with the thumb
With lime
And taking into the mouth
In spite of the warning,
Do not take you all the time.
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