Seller

Illiterate and impious is he;
he lives on selling nut;
and his brother selling Jhal-Muri*
runs his family with great difficulty.
But you, o the bull of religion,
live on selling religion.

They all will go to hell;
but you will be rewarded
with the big blue-eyed virgins of paradise.



*one kind of Bengali food made of chilly and cereal of rice patched on hot sand

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