Bhaiyya, daru mat piyo,
But heard he started,
Went on drinking,
Left he not
Though promised he several times,
Swearing in the name of God,
Taking the oath by his son and daughter,
Even touching their head,
But left he not daru,
Indian daru,
Deshi, videshi not
As had not money to take
The foreign liquor,
Just the third class Indian daru
Brewed from mahua buds,
Molasses or stale rotten rice
Sold in hutments,
On footpaths.

Daru cchoda nahin, left he not he daru
An Indian man,
Went he taking
To his full
To fall flat on the ground,
Daru,
Deshi daru,
Indian daru, country liquor,
Native wine.

A daru man was he,
Made in daru, made for daru, made by daru
And for he himself for daru,
Daru piyo aur mast raho,
Eat, drink and be merry
Was his motto, mission of life
As remained he not normal
After selling not,
Taking wine
And that too
To his full.

Bhiyya daru mat piyo,
Daru pina bahut buri baat hain,
Magar usne manaa hee nahin,
Said I in Hindi
With my words of good counsel and wisdom,
Big brother, do not drink,
It is bad to take daru, wine, alcohol, liquor,
But took to he not,
Went on drinking more and more,
Emptying bottle after bottle,
Taking not, gulping
And he was not drinking daru,
But daru was drinking him.

Bijay Kant Dubey

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