By Aqib Shaick
"Give me my share, let me
Go away" demanded the younger
"Can't get along with my brothers
Care to give me my share mother".
Why do you want to part ways
Whatever I have is very much yours
You all are siblings with equal rights
Yet why do you want to split shares?
No mother, I beg to differ
Not on god and religious matter
Divide the land, give me the share
Do away with the parcel forever.
It's the pillow talk that's doing the talking
It's your scheming wife's cunning doing
Didn't you realise the religion you wed
Dodging you, a blood thirsty witch.
Take the share my son, but you are
Tearing my heart apart for sure
There won't be discrimination, will never
Tolerate religious intolerance here.
Prospered day by day on this side
Pathetic was the story on the other side
The witch's schemes brought poverty
Terrorist land plunged into penury.
Jealousy took over watching the India
Juggernaut. Chose the short cut to
Jannat by killing kafirs in the name of
Jihad, fought the neighbor brothers.
Gave in to the devil's misdeeds initially
Gave up hope of disillusionment finally
Mother India thought enough is enough
Murderous beast deserved no mercy
Mother was left with no other option
"My son is nothing but evil incarnation
Poisoned my land and beyond, he should
Perish before the planet landed in peril".