The ABCD of OP Sindoor Pakistan needs to learn, and recite

India Today

14-05-2025

In the lexicon of geopolitics, the phrase 'Operation Sindoor' will be written like a bold statement in red, emblazoned with the hues of India's pride, resolve and retribution. But 'Operation Sindoor' will also have a different meaning for our nefarious neighbour. Here is the ABCD of 'Operation Sindoor' for Pakistan to recite and remember
Pakistan's current Meer and Peer;
Trained to be a mad mullah,
He became Pak's head thulla,
By stabbing his mentor in the back,
After getting an unceremonious sack.
Taking over from Bajwa,
Dreaming of a ghazwa,
Burning with the fever of jihad,
The Jarnail landed in Islamabad,
To rule through a puppet not-so-Sharif,
Turning Pakistan into his fief.
Soon, the Balochs had him, his bullies,
By their short and curlies;
Buried deep inside these dorks,
The Pathans had their forks;
To save himself, Munir and his morons,
Played with fire, missiles and drones.
They sent terrorists to Pahalgam,
Putting in danger their own awaam,
Ignorant of India's pride in Sindoor,
They cooked Pak in a royal tandoor,
Well, Munir did what all cowards do,
For his folly, now Pak's all boo-hoo-hu.
Of whom the country is eager to get rid,
Like a baboon he jumps in the Assembly,
Bringing shame to the Bhutto family,
Proving to the world cent per cent,
He is the son of Mr 10 per cent.
His mom dreamt of bleeding India,
With a war to last a millennia,
But four days Pak couldn't fight,
Got pounded left, right, day, night.
To whom it begs, 'save me paw-paw,'
Not forgetting the lessons of Dhaka,
If India hits, it's the end of their saga.
For allowing this insane war,
The Generals wage on the wrong enemy,
When the real foe is their economy;
How long will they survive on alms,
Can't they feel these snakes biting their palms?
Progenies of Dawood Ibrahim Kaskar,
Very soon they'll become extinct,
And even in hell their carcass would stink.
When India hit terror infra from north to south,
Whom Indian missiles blew into smithereens,
In the illusory after-life, right at its gates,
Because on earth you acted like a rat,
The fires of hell will burn your putrid fat.
Synonymous in world's wikipedia,
With peace, ahimsa of Buddha,
Mess with it, you'll see Lord Rudra;
In its two eyes you'll see love and empathy,
But in its third, no mercy, no sympathy.
A dream that makes comatose Pakistan stir,
Seven wasted decades, four lost wars later,
It goes rabid, not finding Valley on its platter.
Where India struck on the morning of Wednesday,
Should make Pakistan vet its silly dream,
Why fantasise, when all of Punjab-Sindh India can cream?
When its pride it had to surrender;
N for Nur Khan, where missiles fell,
Making its nuke-command rush pell-mell,
Its Air Force (AF) got a rude wake up,
It realised Pak-AF is just a royal Fak-Ap;
N for Nawaz, the old boy from Lahore,
Berating his bro-–'mat marwa Pak nu hor;'
If only Shahbaz were ballsy down under,
Op Sindoor wouldn't have followed Op Bandar.
Making Pakistan go oh, oh, oh with woe,
India hit them hard and deep,
The port of Karachi overflows as Pakis weep;
A pain so severe that it can't be shared,
A wound so deep, it can't be bared,
So Pakistan fakes a pleasure so weird,
In a victory whose claims like a goat can be sheared.
A land its founders would berate as error,
Because they called it Pak, the pure and pristine
But it turned out to be a den of such philistines!
Pak's grip so fragile that it's just bollocks,
Yet it feigns to have cojones of steel,
When even a tickle makes them squeal.
What about Nur Khan, Sargodha–air bases that were erased?
A loss so big that Islamabad hid in bunkers,
Reciting prayers for mercy from Indian hunters.
Because he wanted to jail his rival, 'Im the Dim';
This nominated PM stands with terrorists,
Selling his soul for a job that was never his.
Henceforth, it will be an act of war from land remote,
Which will invite India's wrath and rage,
That shall send this blighted land to Old Stone Age.
Be grateful, the ceasefire isn't something to sneer at,
So, behave, learn this ABC before BrahMos sets you free.
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