Some person or an unknown beggar
Died in cold winter of Makrana.1
Two policemen were deputed,
To take care of the corpse that night,
out of its thana.
They remained for a long time, to watch
and then went to take tea.
To think, what’s the harm due to a dead body,
Because it wasn’t an ideal beauty.
Meanwhile, a dead drinker came there,
to save himself from winter dose.
He uncovered the ‘sheet’ and entered
below it and lay down there, too close.
When they returned after taking tea,
They saw some movement under the sheet.
Both, so frightened, either it was a ghost
And then no ground was under their feet.
The sub inspector came after some time,
To know about it, while on the round.
He was also shocked to see the same
movement, and about to fall on the ground.
But, as it was a question of reputation
of two stars, he gathered some courage.
“Remove the sheet from dead body”
He roared at them, with too much rage.
But both the policemen were standing lifeless,
So he himself went there and did their duty.
Oh! He later knew, it was a drinker, not ghost,
So he showered on him lathi and lathi.
While checking the exercise books, Mr. Baksu khan2 told this fantastic and real story.
I was sitting there, and listened, fed it to brain,
To write poem with that memory.
1. A place in Rajasthan famous for marbles.
2. Baksu Khan is one of my bosom friends.
