The Biharis,
Blunt and bogus,
Rough and tough,
I like them not,
Approaching and accessing,
Backward and underdeveloped,
Illiterate and conservative
With the goons and pahalwans
Going
To the exam centres,
To the examiners' houses
To make their wards fare well,
Without knowing the things,
First class first
And gold medallist.
Many of them go to Bombay and Delhi
Just to see the girls
Which they never could
In Bihar,
A girl-thief.
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