A Thief Poem by Debasish Mishra

So cute is her smile
Like a dew on a leaf,
So rash, for a while,
I want to be a thief.

To steal the quiet mistress
With all her beauty seized,
And end all my distress
And see her, fully freezed.

I will not say a word
And talk with both my eyes;
No other sound be heard
When eyes to eyes entice.

I will regale her with nectar
By squabbling with the bees:
And like a theatrical actor-
Will search for gems in seas.

But if I talk of all this stuff,
She would simply smile and go;
Or shout at me, 'Enough,
Now stop this lunatic flow...'

She wont read my heart,
And call my thoughts 'cheap';
So, leaving all things apart,
I wont mind being a thief!