Your BFF invites you to a
Ramzan feast and the friends
From school are all present.
That's when the cylinder on
The terrace blasts and his niece
Points at the culprit- her mother.
Before the shit could hit the fan,
His brother screams,
"Cut and convert the Kafirs".
Hell breaks loose and you all run
For life. Mostly save your cocks.
Your friend's fidelity occupies
Your head, while his cousin
Saves you from entering into another
Muslim locality for one last time.
You're redirected mysteriously
Into a bus stand of present-day
Hyderabad, God knows how.
You're relieved to find a familiar
Friend in the bus headed to
Your native. He smiles wickedly-
To pull up his skull-cap and you
Wake up in horror, hating yourself-
Over the propaganda that's been
Seeded in your subconscious,
By the incumbent government.