Satan and his crew
are not in hell.
They are out on earth
to rob, to murder and to rape;
to waylay the unwary
and relieve them of all.
When an earthquake hit
Lattur in Marathwada,
casualties couldn’t be guessed.
Bodies lay under the debris.
Buldozers and Excavators
retrieved them out.
Open spaces changed into
cremation grounds.
Ambulances hurried with the hurt.
People were mourning
for their departed kith and kin.
But some hungry beasts alone
from some hamlets around
hunted the dead
and their golden holy cords.
They broke open the almirahs
and got away with gold and silver
Brass pots and metal buckets
melted into thin air.
What a culture our people have!
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