Evolution of a babu

Now it's a wilybabu
who schemes, who'll plot n fume
to send someone into sure doom

or a wirybabu, so starved, gaunt n thin
anyone can poke into him a pin
n he laughs..on the ground he rolls
when the poor fella falls

there's the 'hummm'atwala writer
singing softly, dangerously
his brain in overdrive meticulously
someone to trip
someone to rip
apart piece by piece
till the poor victim begs for mercy
on his frayed down knees!

the 'righter'babu's always correct
takes no nonsense
his words make little sense
to him or anybody
but still he'll rant on n on
though of all discretion he's shorn

some are wiserbabus who've seen all
waiting on the sidelines watching the fun
munching on sugar n bun
'shan't ever write' they swear
as manuscripts after manuscripts they tear

Writerbabu's long since evolved..
now it's witheredbabu!
dried up to the core
his thots once so fresh now gone for a toss

hope we write for pure unadulterated fun
let's all malice in us shun
smile and laugh
ask from one another a 'maaf'

let's have healthy criticism
which builds n not destroys
none's too great, none's too low
all are on the same platter
think not anyone's fatter

as for me i rue the day
when i decided to change my pen name
mallu was good
everyone by me stood
komisch was a bad move
i hadn't really any clue
how they hate 'em Germans!

P.S..just in good fun:)