Like hunters driving deer towards a cliff,
Brahimins brandishing their filed swords,
kashtriyas sang in unison.
And the first cock crowed.
With rumpus akin to madness,
Orderless fearless yet eliciting a frenzy.
Pariahs led the way,
determined to cross Rubicon.
As icy waters streamed,
Oblivious of the surrounding mayhem and din.
In a flash, strippin and divin,
To wash away sins of childhood.
Then in a jiffy,
Innocent skin is paraded,
At the mercy of the red eyed unfeeling butcher,
And a new generation is ushered in.