My lungi dance
for which
am I famous for
so long,
I keep perfecting it,
changing the rhythm and beat
with the changing times and situations
of life,
in the past,
I used to perform
before my brothers
without any lessons,
now perform I
before my bibis not,
burkhawalli bibis,
who may appreciate
and admire it not,
but of course
before the small children,
taking a beedi
on the lips,
shaking the body,
breaking the hips
and the limbs,
lifting the lungi
dance I,
a stage artiste not,
but a folk artiste
you may call me
just for money.
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