Counting the stars,
Grumbling and fumbling,
Abusing and shouting,
Singing ansd talking.
Indian daru and Indian darpiya, daru-drunk
And having taken country liquor,
Lies he fallen Mr.Darpiya,
Into the bushes unable to stand,
Under the open talking to the stars
And sometimes near the drains.
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