My Son A Crime Inspector Coming With A Beedi In His Mouth Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
My Son A Crime Inspector Coming With A Beedi In His Mouth
My idle son
A crime inspector
Who likes to watch crime files
And pass time
Is coming
With a burning beedi
In his mouth.
Take drinks,
Smoke you,
Take you mouth fresheners
And tobacco pouches,
Go for driving and outing
Attending late night parties,
Life spending as thus.
A crime inspector
With a cigar in his mouth
He turning over,
Life is a police file.
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