Khoka Babu Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Khoka Babu
Going
In style and fashion,
Perfume and all goodness,
A lean and thin fellow,
But fashionable and stylist.

Khoka Babu
Going,
Smoking a cigar
Burning in
And held into the hands
And he taking puffs,
Smoking in style.

But weak-bodied,
Lean and thin,
Going by the fashion
And apparel design,
Following the latest
Spraying the scent over
Going as a tender fellow.

Khoba Babu, Khoka Babu,
Time has flown away,
But he is the same,
The same khoka
Called with sympathy and affection,
The same little boy
Remaining unchanged.

Khoka Babu, Khoka Babu,
Behaving like a small boy,
Walking like,
So tender and so fearing,
But always with an eye
On powder, scent and others
To keep up-to-date,
Away from manual labour and exercise.

A boy merry-making and joyous
And loafing about,
In good dress and all goodness,
Powdered, creamed and scented,
So showy and fashionable,
But never working,
The apple of eye
Of the whole family,
Khoka Babu.

So theatrical, so histrionic
And dramatic
And girlish,
Speaking slowly and sweetly,
But chuckling and grinning,
Speaking ironically,
Taking to the cutting edge of,
Khoka Babu, KhokaBabu,
Will eat, drink and make merry,
But will not work.

So sensitive and sentimental,
So tender and so soft,
But always complaining and criticizing,
Nagging and bragging,
Full of complaints,
But a picnicker, a holidaymaker,
A changer and a tourist,
Feasting and partying,
Khoka Babu.