This Is My Religion Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal

Recently Arti's driver left the job
and in place of him
a cute Muslim driver came
he was about 23, tall, healthy
about seven years younger than her
but he was so attractive
Arti loved him unknowingly.

Arti was a religious woman
yet she became crazy
for his circumcised banana
and within six months
she had first sex with him in the car
enjoyed next day again
next to next day too
and finally started enjoying him
in her guest room
he was like a racing horse
but she didn't get any special pleasure
what she expected from a Muslim boy.

About two months passed
One day, after routine sex
she went to take a bath as usual
when came back
she found her driver in the kitchen
she went there quickly
pulled him outside and said
please don't touch anything here
you are a Muslim
the boy was surprised.... said,
when you took my sperm inside
then I was not a Muslim?
she said, shut up...
I allowed you to play with me
not with my family life
I will not permit you
to defile my kitchen anyway
I am a Sanatani Hindu
religion is the part of my life
from childhood I know two things
'Don't touch me, I am the holy
and 'protect kitchen, god lives here'
first one I left in my college days
but couldn't leave the 2nd one
so, this place is out of bound for you
This is my religion.