Treasure Island

Vijay Sai

(30 12 1975 / Trichy, South India)

Defused Dacoity


Not much crowd
After lunch time
Transactions very little
Accounts work only
Two post meridiem time it was
Bank shutters half closed
Security men relaxing
Everyone feeling dosed
Being saturday noon
So sudden
When four gunmen
Stormed into the place
Evading security men
Threatening every staff
Showing gun point
Looting money aplenty
No one could resist
Fleeing as soon as possible
Twenty four hours later
Purposeful policemen
Surrounding apartment
Where the convicts dwell
Opening fire in self defence
Knocking them all
Dacoit men all dead
All these happened
At one ante meridiem midnight
Wiping away countrymen fears
Promising every civilian
No such desperate looting hereafter

Submitted: Saturday, February 25, 2012
Edited: Saturday, February 25, 2012

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  • Yours Forever X (1/12/2013 9:49:00 AM)

    I'm sorry I don't quite understand what the poem's about but whatever it's about it's a great poem as you can feel a different emotion in each line. well done! ! (Report) Reply

  • Yours Forever X (1/12/2013 9:48:00 AM)

    I'm sorry I don't quite understand what the poem's about but whatever it's about it's a great poem as you can feel a different emotion in each line. well done! ! (Report) Reply

  • Jt Kaniarz (3/5/2012 11:06:00 AM)

    Your poem seems to have alot of personal emotions about a certain place in life it speaks like it has sorry and upset but also knows how to look past very emotional but good in discription (Report) Reply

  • Olayemi Ayo (3/5/2012 9:18:00 AM)

    You have written a very lovely poem. Your poem depicted terror of men against men. Keep it up. (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (2/28/2012 6:39:00 AM)

    Very descriptive, a problem the world over. But worse where poverty and low socioeconomic status predominate. (Report) Reply

  • Roy Allen (2/26/2012 10:07:00 AM)

    Your poem portrays a frightening experience in a very graphic way. I hope that you are unharmed physically, emotionallly or spiritually (Report) Reply

  • Binish Cd (2/26/2012 9:16:00 AM)

    this poem seems to be the narration of a true incident. but the question is that whether there is a situation for a shoot out? it is true that the dacoits have committed a serious crime. but they didn't injured even a single person. the police man who took participated in the operation was also not injured. we should not praise the fake encounters. In every society there will be crime and punishment.but it should be dealt according to the law of the land. we should respect our constitution. and the law of the land should also be respected. if it is a fake encounter, that is far away from the real democracy. (Report) Reply

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