You humiliated and mutilated my sister
For the crime of falling in love.
I took your wife hostage
In retaliation, and did not touch her
Though I fell in love with her.
You burned down my city
For no fault of its people.
You called us demons
Because we were not "Aryans" like you.
When we beat you in fair combat
You went to sorcerers
To secure victory.
You are the one
Who made his wife enter fire
To prove her chastity.
And you call your victory over me
That of good over evil!
Copyright B Purkayastha 2007