Kashif’s happiness knew no bounds

He had master degree worth many pounds

Studies finished in entertaining London

He was away to India to have fun fun

Dear to him was Aahil, his brother

They were bosom pals as no other

Kashif had left for UK ten years ago

Aahil was now in a new town and job, lo!

Kashif landed in New Delhi next day

The town he was bound to was far away

On the way in a taxi at a village midway

He stopped for food at a big take-away.

Meal finished, spoke with people around

Enquiries he made and quickly found

The town was another ten miles away

Was getting late but tea was ordered anyway.  

Aghast he was to hear people murmur

That Aahil’s wife, beautiful Nilofer

Was inseparable from Prince whom everyone respected

Kashif was shocked and trembling, as expected

His mind in a spin, his anger untamed

He made inquiries, a plan was framed

In an inn for some more days he stayed  

A deal to kill Prince by a chauffeur was made

Appointed day over, Kashif went straight

To Aahil’s place with bated breath

Only to find Aahil was shot dead previous evening

And Nilofer – she was her loss bemoaning

Many came to give their last respects, no wonder

Kashif then realised his grave blunder

Prince was Aahil’s pet name for some years 

The word ‘Aahil’ meant a prince, he was now in tears