Was quiet by day
nothing he'd say
but hands would move
in a perverse groove
he waited in queue
along with a few
with a bold hope
the firangi to grope
she was busy waiting
he moved like one mating
shell shocked was she
more so to see him flee
she raised an alarm
having lost her calm
mob soon gathered
blows on him slathered
into fine pulp battered
his image was shattered
was put in jail
and let out on bail
he now roams the street
looking white as sheet
hoping he'd never meet
a firangi petite!

P.S-(based on true incident..
happened in Mumbai recently)

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