Crime is done with full impunity,
Crime Scene is every House,
Every Storey..
No Guard, No moccasin..
They know their ways to break in.
Like a Spree, cases of Roachment,
Piling in.
No Police couldn't yet barred their, encroaching..
Young faint heart girls are at their mercy,
To whom they approached secretly,
When they're busy in their make up,
And contouring.
Ogling them, with their compound eyes,
Twisting their flickering moustaches roguely,
With a cunning smile, they,
Wriggled towards them insidiously,
No scoundrel could have dared,
The pandemonium,these miscreants...