‘Whatever you have, give it to us'.
The victim can't fight with four gunmen.
Suddenly one among them revolted,
pointing gun towards other three.
A known voice!
So much deterioration!
Need indeed!
The victim fled away.
Nothing was lost.
The next morning one dacoit was found dead
on the National Highway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem