In 2020 New Delhi went up flames
Fueled by falsehood and driven by political games
A lawyer dug up the truth, names and behind the scene brains
That truth shattered through the cabal’s veins

The cabal of Marxist, Mullah and Missionary ganged up in triad
To stifle the truth and hit Indians hard
They lost no moment to spread the canard
If everything failed, they had a handy victim card

To stop that book
By hook or by crook
Cabal crawled into the dirtiest nook
Without shame or pretense of moral look

Free speech and freedom of expression
Are just facades for hypocritical secular procession
Flimsy enough to hide the overt aggression
But bold enough to assert covert oppression.

In desperation to Bury the India’s Bloom
The cabal deployed every broom and comb
They scoured London’s tubes and tombs
And NewYork’s infamous restrooms

They found one crown’s old mule
Uncouth, full of drool and rolling in his stool
Renowned for his intellect so miniscule
Made his name by making Pink city a literary cesspool

William DarlyngOfPiles was cabal’s favourite son

Anointed to teach Indians a hard lesson
He made blocking the book his honorary mission
He just waved his hand at the book to condemn it to perdition

Cabal rejoiced at this massive coup
But alas, little they knew it was their waterloo
A Garuda came by and dropped its poop
Right on the face of DarlyngOfPiles’s troupe

With poop on their faces the cabal scurried for cover
Shamed, ridiculed and in short ‘Bloomsburied’ forever
Indians taught the cabal a lesson of their lives to remember
And the book was unstoppable becoming best seller ever