I* know of a Nomad people there.
They would even marry kids,
About 8 year olds I refer to here,
Lay them in the desert sand,
Kill them they would every night.
Alas, a new creed was started,
Bet they do for camel derbies,
Often they Halal their necks,
Up they drink camel blood,
Totally exploiting their women.
Them we fear the most,
How shameless they are,
End their hatred will never.
My indication is towards them,
Unintelligible who have become,
Slim are their famished girls,
Listening is the entrapped Shiva,
I know that He'll be finally free,
Many still repeat the enchantments,
So dumb they circumambulate anti-clockwise.
An effigy of Ravaņa is afire annually,
None of his descendants is brave,
Demean they the Hindus therefore.
Them the world fears on this day,
Harmony is harmed by them,
Escaping them is not possible,
I mean that they are everywhere,
Regal they think that they all are.
Originating in Hinduism,
Road to heaven they have lost,
I too got visions from heaven,
Go to the mausoleum & break it,
Ignore what the world says,
No followers of Maha Maada,
S**he was a demon princess originally.
My HP Poem #1648
©Atul Kaushal
