The Grave-Robbers Of Mongolia - Poem by Rajendran Muthiah
A cop’s wife lost her gold chain
inside the quarters, but snatched for gain.
The burglars broke open a locked house
and slid out with jewels like a ‘mouse’.
A priest was relieved of gold and cash
in day light, on his cheek, by a slash.
O my God, forgive these ‘born and bred’ thieves!
Around the Mongolian Noyan Uul hills
from the huge Xiongnu royal cemetery,
the grave-robbers had stolen gold in 2 B.C,
leaving other handsome goods strewn around.
The robbers have been thriving since man’s birth
and they are in temples and offices.
None can mend the hearts of this robbing- race
when their need for food and money kick-starts.
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