Jatru, the drunkard has became a philosopher,
Lying under shadowy dense tree; the scholar,
People are curious to hear the word, sweet,
Thus the place has became a busy –busy street,
His answer to the visiters either in yes or in no,
People come crying and with confidence they go,
Local stalls and shops all around, they care Jatru,
He never accepted any thing from any; that’s true
I don’t know much but I knew Jatru is turned piety,
He is the source of business earning legend deity,
Now Jatru will never die, they will not let him die,
Death of Jatru is death of business, don’t ask why?
When joy go beyond the limitation, virtue cry,
Tell me who don’t need praise? ; A future pry
Jatru, a local deity, it seems, is the product of a folklore. These local deities enrich the life of that region in many ways. You have vividly brought this tale before us in your inimitable style. Thanks.
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A humorous poem and have importance in today's world where tricky plays comes.