A countryside villain
In Indian cinema
Speaking in Bhojpuri,
firing with an unlicensed revolver,
Sending the henchmen,
Doing the role of a rustic politician,
Not a good man,
But a very bad man!
Lallu, think not yourself a hero,
A zero are you in reality,
A goonda,
Blunt and bogus and dull
From a very uncultured family,
You, Blackie, I mean Kallu.
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