To The Criminal Hitters Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

To The Criminal Hitters
Pravat Kumar Mandal

Now I can say in a firm and fixed voice
Criminal, I am criminal.
You can detect me surely as per choice
No argument, no terminal.

Habit be good or bad or full of blame.
No torture but deep affection.
Rag on the nose, when the eyes have no flame
Money measures prosecution.

Beating whatever you do is a crime
Guilty of equal guilt, of course.
If the rage of massacre is the prime,
Malversation is the next source.

Hitters, if you hit the rules with your hands,
You'll get proper education.
The leader, the police, all the black bands
Will give you initiation.