Gabbar’s Con #NaPoWriMo Day 15

Gangster“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.

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