The same old year,
The same old man
And if this be as such,
How to say,
Happy new year
And if, to whom
As both of them
The old guys?
In the villages
And the commonly locality,
I do not find anyone saying,
Happy new year,
All but the bloody-bastard,
Fools,
Illiterates and backwards,
The hungry people.
They can take a good beating
Of foods and diets,
I mean good dishes,
Ready to take the freeman's feast,
Oh, the gluttons of Rustic India!
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