Hangmen

They came to kill me With weapons unknown In roguish whirlwind Uttering my name like a magic hum. Rural is our vicinity, Though vicious and vile Their hidden souls. Brandishing their long Sharp swords not in air But to my limbs and body Knocking me down I saw death. Destiny twists everything at last My brother fell in; to shield me. Yes, he saved me; yielding To their fists and lances, dying. Their bombs wove fumes of curtain From onlookers and saviours Left my brother bleed till the last. Cops saw none meek as culprits The rope of probe went all over though Where to find them, when fog fell on Even in shimmering summer? But lo! Their eyes came out Found hanging on the cashew a man Lifeless; upon taking him down Saw a culprit, rope round neck. Did he die himself? Cops ask; Answer, though known to him And the hangmen under the lid.