Thug Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

He was thug og great body might,
But liitle fo brawn, his feelings,
Afire even on a small misplaced
Word, he beat up or knifed
even the innocent ones mercileesly,
With a glee unparrelled, incited
By his cruelty, or by his crafty
Bosses who paid him handsomely,
For all his enimical acts on those
Who were victims of his scorn,
Even though they did no harm to him.
Justice caoght up with him after awhile,
Yet he was unaware of his deeds,
As harm to people and society,
and languished in jail banging
On the bars of his cell incessanly
Thirsting for a moment of freedom
He so much misused for his natire


Ravikiran Arakkal.