Bijay Kant Dubey

India Of Thugs And Dacoits Remember I, Recollect I - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The India of great thugs and bloody dacoits
Recollect I
Hearing through,
Feeling it
After being in the country
Of hunger and poverty,
Farmlands and jewellery.

In the British India they getting the messages
Sent across
That they are coming
After tending off post-cards
Without the senders' address,
Just with that they are coming,
Get ready.

The hugs, the great thugs too used to
Dodge and cheat on the ways
Lonely and long,
Winding through,
Passing through
The manless country
And the thugs lying in wait
To get hold of and run away.

The rich and the wealthy in the villages
Used to pass sleepless nights
As the dacoits used to warn,
Threaten and caution frequently,
Twirling the mustache,
Coming in disguise,
Masking the face with a piece of cloth.

During the British period they used to come
With the rifles
Mounting the horses
Or with the gang treading
A long way
As per the report collected
By the daytime watchers.

Knocking at the door at midnight,
Calling the men,
Bolting the door,
Tying the people,
Asking for the keys,
For gold, silver, pewter
And jewellery.

Sometimes the servants and neighbours,
The day-time workers
Used to work as spies and detectives,
I mean informers for them
And they used to carry out
The robbery
At sword point.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 31, 2015

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