He sat on the podium,
Smiling benignly,
with a fixed smile on his face.
Gazing directly
In the direction where,
The pious ladies patiently sat,
Thirsty for the smile that
only a male can throw.
After all, the only attention
They got was at night
after night, in the dark,
from their insatiable,
gentle partners.
The pious ladies
stared at the figure
on the dais, without
any sense of sin.
For it was only Ichharam,
their savior, and hero,
who could do the ‘bedaa paar’.
Who’s next?