LOLLIPOP LE LO LOLLIPOP, KHATTA MEETHA KHOONI FASCIST DRIPPING LOLLIPOP...

LOLLIPOP LE LO LOLLIPOP, 

KHATTA MEETHA KHOONI 

FASCIST DRIPPING LOLLIPOP

The devil himself disguised as a man, smooth talking and cunning to the core, suddenly stopped the tired looking me on the path of democracy. I was seeking answers to my smudged out dreams of success and goodwill. Suddenly I realise this devil was selling something, I took a short glance at his merchandise, he was promoting very dark and pretty mischievous but extremely tempting lollipops.

Lollipops are our weakness as humans. Sweet and sour, that's what he was loudly mouthing out. At the same time thumping his fifty six inch chest, a gaudy showoff.

I asked for the price of the tempting goodies, he said it's for free. But asked for my soul in exchange for those mischievous lollipops. I sold out my soul for a lollipop and I regret later on. Still crying in the corner of my failed and much injured body, lying on the ground. The lollipop was poisoned with fascist dubious ideas. It was laced with the venom of hatred and bigotry. So powerful was the poison that I lost my credibility as a human being at the very first bite.

I regret my choice and hate those lollipops to eternity.