Was drunk, with faith, Ali’s fury?
Which made, him spew, Allah’s decree?
“Don’t dare, you commit, now perjury!”
His ammi warned” Ruhi’s haram for thee”!

Whilst Ruhi downed, love’s guile, creed’s curse
Ali left, to find, a worthy Mullah, for her
To remedy, his cherished, ‘Satanic verse’
For his lust, wasn’t lost yet, for that nubile ‘sinner’!

“One lakh for nikah, and one night stand…”
Charged a ‘Holy Whore’, to a ‘Pimp Pious’
“…And to forsake for you, further fifty grand”
What a faith’s sacrament, or, sin’s sex business!

Thus slaughtered thrice; manly martyred
Yet again tethered, to her faith’s fatwa
In an umma, where women are, raped, bartered
And Mullahs, Whore For Halala!

© 2018 Vikas Chandra