Hands Up

a poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

‘Whatever you have, give it to us’.

The victim can’t fight with four gunmen.
Suddenly one among them revolted,
pointing gun towards other three.
A known voice!
So much deterioration!
Need indeed!

The victim fled away.
Nothing was lost.

The next morning one dacoit was found dead
on the National Highway.