Bibekanand Kumar ‘Agyat’
Chatters he the whole day;
Matters nothing to him;
Sees he not what the play;
Plays always within him.
Thousands things he has,
Rotten, broken, stinking,
Guile, bile, vile long Nile as,
Vomits he by narrating.
Dresses he in white shirts;
Hides the black inside;
But sack can’t stop fetors,
If filth is fully filled inside.
Paints he in the colours,
Which he owns, the wild,
Grows he in his ill powers,
And injects in other’s mind.
Veils he has in thousands,
Changes he as a chameleon,
And bits toothlessly, in words,
He, “the Evil i” a snaky villain.
