The Little Thief Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

Don't stop but pamper Him, that prowler sly
Toddling with grace towards your kitchen door.
Be sly like Him and His exploits espy!
That thief, the worlds don't hate but sure adore,
Now there inside scooping butter and cheese.
But lo in fact cleansing your worldly core.
A black feline like slinks with ease, to tease
Your wobbling heed and test your waning grits,
To seize at last the milk of love as fees.
He's Universe that runs by His grand writs,
But as a spirit resides in every heart
And into every shape He nicely fits.
He breaks your desire pot with whetted dart
Of sacred thought and loots your sin-filled bowl;
But spreads on table soon, sweet Bhakti carte.

Oh there Krishna sneaking into your soul.
Allow that little thief there freely stroll.