My Favourite Thief Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

The streets were yawning,
Smothered by the cold breeze.
In total silence,
The moon was slipping down
From behind the tall palm trees.

I had gone to the sleep
Leaving behind my door wide open
And at midnight entered a thief
In easy gait,
To steal all my things
Precious and preserved so long!

I pleaded with the thief
As I smiled getting awoke,
To take everything away,
As sleepless nights I had
To guard them all for so many days.

I signed a blank cheque and gave to the thief.
Carrying the booty, I followed the steps,
For I knew I needed some peace
And I saw the promise in thief’s grace.