Meenas PoemsA disaster unseen
Unheard and unbearable
committed wantonly.
Befitting a crime,
damaging and degrading,
indiscernible almost.
An attempt unpardonable
unhonourable and undesirable
transgressional and sinful.
Seemed like a pandemonium.
Apparently, hell let loose,
heart wrenching and acrimonious.
Sounds ambiguous! is it not?
A distaste is felt incidentally
unable to pinpoint the event.
An untimely ride took her life away.
She went to a movie with her boy friend anyway.
Had she kept her timing right away?
She would not have suffered in the pathway.
Students of Delhi unite to protest.
Their rising put the government to a test.
The Medical world gave her the best.
Yet she died and was put to rest.
The physical injury she experienced was terrifying.
The violent attack on her was horrifying.
The picture of the poor girl in death-bed was frightening.
The whole affair gives an unprecedented trembling.
The manhandling of girls is universal.
The pain and shame are beyond redressal.
The shameful attempts are multiplying in progression geometrical.
Most lay buried deep in cohesive bustle.
When would all these atrocities come to an end?
The act forces every head to bow down and bend.
None of us could pass on the blame to a different send.
We,as a tribe, have to ruefully accept and mend.
| 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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