Samaritan Thief Poem by vijay menon

Brimming with joy he eyed
The purse he flicked in the train
It had wads of notes all crisp and red
Multiples of thousands, oh yes
It was first week of the month
All had got their pay packets.

His victim was a bloke with golden specks
A decent guy in a decent job
In his shanty under flickering lights
He examined all what he stole
Photos/driving license/ I card
Money enough to sustain for a long time.

But deep in his heart a sense of hurt
Disturbed him
A nagging pain made him restless
All night he did not get sleep
For pilfering such a innocent soul.

He called his victim on his cell
And returned his treasure as it was
The man beamed with joy with tears in his eyes
And flashed a note of hundred
The poor thief sighed in relief
at last he felt he was no more guilty.

Even a thief had a heart
that would melt sometimes
and could turn to be a Samaritan.