rajendran muthiah (16.03.1950)
Fear to Laws of our Country
The robbers flee with looted gold
and in the shops owned by the cops, sold.
The burglars aren’t nabbed
by ‘Super-Cops’, so tabbed.
Now with pledged gold flees the Pawn-Broker bold.
Submitted: Thursday, April 25, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Poet's Notes about The Poem
The robbers harmed the Pawn-broker, looted gold from his shop and escaped in the past. Now the Pawn-brokers themselves carry the bags of gold pledged by the people and flee to a new city.
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