India won the match against the white
This group rejoiced unknown of the pathetic night
They decided to dine in a nearby resto-bar
Not knowing that after the night, they would have gone too far
They were enjoying and all was good
Something happened just before they ordered some food
A man walked by, filthy and stained
Just as he passed by, someone he disdained
The drunkard had assaulted a girl
Someone’s daughter, but the boy’s pearl
She was agitated, surprised and scared
When the man had mocked her to go bared
The majestic eyes, the determined look
Mind swirling with rage, anger seething on the crook
“How dare you contempt my girl?” he yelled aloud
Two, three, four...many gathered and formed a crowd
He stood there, the very moment for her
The hero, her guy, throbbing with anger
He abused the man and pushed him hard
Yelled at the drunk guy, called him a retard
The man retorted while he was high
“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes and you all will die”
His friends, heroic and true
Bawled out loud “we’ll beat you black and blue”
Off he went away into the night
Here the boys rejoiced the victory of their fight
The fight they thought they’d won...
But in reality, the man did not run.
True to his word, he was back,
This time, he was no more slack
His eyes red and body tensed
The rage he tasted and the sourness he sensed.
Not alone this time
He was going to commit a crime
An army of fifteen drunks is what he had
All, to kill the innocent lad
Right on his table, they stabbed him with a knife
His girl wailed out with unbearable strife
Their friends were afraid and agonized
But the danger of the men they had realised
Yet they gallantly stood up to fight
The killers were wrong, they were right.
The passersby watched one more being killed
Only with fear, they all were filled.
The joyous group was now tattered
For, their friends’ lives were shattered
The departed would be in heavens reborn
For now, from their lives they were forever gone
The cops as always were late to arrive
The story from the onlookers they did derive
The whole country stood up for the brave men
But the assassins were already hiding in their den
So, the folks sympathized for a day or two
Soon everybody had something else to do
This sacrifice was forgotten and discarded
Yet, It’s a story of heroes...being disregarded
