Gabbar’s Con #NaPoWriMo Day 15
“Kitne aadmi the?” bellowed Gabbar
Striking terror in the hearts of villagers.
Samba stammered, “Sarkar, do.”
“Aur tum teen,” fired the gangsta.
As he stalked on the hilltop
Squinting in the sun
His henchmen flinched.
His boots have hurt him for ten years.
He rubs cream in his corns at night
Dreading the day his squat
Becomes a hop.
