Mr.Mocchu, I appreciate your moustache,
Your moustache-keeping,
You twisting and twisting
And oiling,
Oiling and twirling,
Twirling and twirling
The handlebar moustache,
But tell you,
Tell you,
Who you are,
Mr.Mocchu,
What your idea of life,
Why are your after the moustache,
What the mission, the vision of your life!

Mr.Moustachioed,
Say, say you,
Who you are,
What your name,
Identity,
Where do come you,
Where your home,
Maybe you a robber, a policeman,
A pahalwan, a lathiman,
A masculinist, a jailbird
Or an illiterate priding over
His moustache?

But say you
If not, whispering into my ears,
How much,
How much mustard oil
Have you spent over
Oiling and blackening
Your shining black moustache
As the lathiman
Keeps oiling the bamboo lathi?

Mr.Mocchu, if translated into English
Would mean,
Mr.Moustachioed,
You keep,
Keep you the moustache,
But talk,
Talk not big
In the public
Boasting of your moustache,
Oiled Indian moustache,
Lecturing on moustache-keeping
Just like a loafer
As it has nothing to do
With masculine or feminine sensibility?

Bijay Kant Dubey

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