Bholu- the fun poem

Seems like he is Bholu from my village, He used to come every morning to fetch Neera(Palm Toddy) from the Taad(palm) tree, He would tie ends of his anklets with a little rope. and we would watch him go up the peak, wield his hatchet to get the extract from the inflorescence of the tree. Down below, all the adults were ready with their pots, Its the nature's bounty and morning's first kick with a few pennies to Bholu as tip, Everyone bragged about the health benefits of Neera, We little boys had no luck, we just watched Bholu's tree climbing skill. Looks like Bholu has aged little bit and has grown wise and smart, Now he carries his laptop along with his hatchet when he goes up the tree, For years he was exploited, and he remained penny less, Now he can make some money by looking up the Neera index on Bombay commodity stock exchange. Now he goes half way up the tree, scans the price of Neera on the world wide web, If the price is high, Neera is served outright, If the price is low, he would rather wait and look at the exciting Bollywood babes.