Ferocious hounds are to be found to roam about in streets in abundance
At ease and in bold with weapons in hold may attack you at any instance
A doctor and his son on the holi* day fun while playing cricket at roadside
By chance the ball happen to fall on the scooty of some rowdies on ride
The brutes stopped the scooty, at a rage and booty snatched the bat
And began to beat, randomly hit lashed with iron rods, knives and gat
Rowdies continued beating, in un-methodical hitting till the agony was heard
Kicked the victim's son, out of heroic fun and others, nobody was spared
Crowd gathered around the scene as if enjoying in the silver screen a plot
Standing by deaf and dumb, Humanity is completely numb! Oh my God
This is not a stray incident, lacking of significant punishment, it's a daily affair
In broad day light or night so many gangs do fight without any care or fear
*Holi - Famous Festival in India
** Scooty - Ladies' Scooter
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I would like to translate this poem
The brutes stopped the scooty, at a rage and booty snatched the bat And began to beat, randomly hit lashed with iron rods, knives and gat Rowdies continued beating, in un-methodical hitting till the agony was heard Kicked the victim's son, out of heroic fun and others, nobody was spared... terrible my dear poet. that you saw it. no law and order..... lack of all these........ we have become cruel and insensitve. hatred is poison. thank you for this poem. tony