Treasure Island

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
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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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