Meenas PoemsA gift bought with care,
unmindful of fare,
was a piece very rare,
bearing lot of credentials to share.
proposing many features in pair.
It was brought across the shore,
was priceless even more.
The special feeling it bore,
was the core,
enhancing the significance by a score.
Reaching the destination finally,
it was unpacked carefully,
Lo! it was damaged slightly.
the tear was visible obviously.
The precious gift lost its value immediately.
| Article first published as Crime Wave in Malaysia on Blogcritics. |
Malaysia is in the grip of fear. Fear emanates not from external bodies, not from invasions, not from economic constraints, not from internal troubles, but from petty thieves. It sounds ridiculous and silly, but it is very much the case.
Burglary has become a part of Malaysian life. Newspapers report episodes of daylight robbery and incidents of housebreaking as headlines.
These miscreants indulge in snatching chains, rings, pocketing money, stealing credit cards and mobile phones. If anyone resists, the thieves turn violent. They slit open the throat or cut the fingers with sharp penknives and bolt away.
They decamp with cash and jewels from townhouses and private residences. As most Malaysian buildings have tiled roofs, the thieves easily remove the tiles and get into the main living area. They warn the inmates of dire consequences they will have to face if they report the robbery to the police.
Temples also get looted by these burglars, who enrich themselves by grabbing expensive ornaments made of gold and studded with valuable diamonds. On their way out they lift the lockers filled with devotees’ contributions.
There is still another way of stealing: small-timers rummage through plantations and harvest fresh fruit and bunches of oil palm and sell it for immediate cash.
The police patrol the vulnerable areas on motorcycles and in cars, flashing a bright light and honking frequently. They do only that much. It is a stylish way of going about the town with authority and power, but it does not catch criminals or mete out any punishment.
This otherwise beautiful country with tropical rain forests and a long coastal belt, with a stable government, with a sound economy, with three races living in harmony, would compete for the safest place to live in if not for this glaring discrepancy
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Woke up in the morning with panic,
Chaos in the neighbour’s attic,
Everything was strewn around,
As nothing valuable was found.
Each one was analysing the possible way
Every body was giving out a solution in a sway,
The neighbour stood gripped in fear,
Looking at the door in the rear.
It is easy to remove the tiles above
Stealthily get down in an easy go,
It was skilfully planned and undertaken,
Finally got muddled and overtaken.
A wrong foot on the metal tin ,
Provoked a deafening din,
Enough to alert the inmates,
Awakening them to a checkmate.
The entrants made haste,
Collecting the available in a crate,
Their act released a fear,
Destabilising all to the barest bear.
Day in and day out,
Incidents occur without doubt,
Sending signals of apprehension,
Placing everyone in a traumatic suspension.
The patrolling is very weak,
None are caught during the peak,
The Police let go the culprits free,
Inciting the citizens to keep a vigilant spree.
Theft and burglary have become common,
The local administration finds nothing uncommon,
Concentrating on charging the drivers for speeding,
The Police wantonly ignore the robbers of looting.
Governance is lacking in district and state administration,
Right from the Clerk to the President have their own disposition,
Taxing the people heavily for least dispensation,
Refuting to arrange for a simple protection.
Ignoring the thieves
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