The Thief! Poem by kafil uddin raihan.

They were beating him,
Slapping, kicking, slanging,
He was thief, stole something.
There was a crowd around him,
Many words blowing in the wind.
Every one was very angry.
I felt that very funny and laughed,
It is the nature of us,
Figure out the faults of others,
Then insult him as much as we can.
But never try to go to deep,
Never understand the reasons.
In fact, nothing happens without reason.
But who cares those,
None of us, not a single one.
It has been a rule, a nature of us.

That thief is a man like us,
He also knows the good, the bad,
But in spite of that he theft, Why?
May there were starving faces,
May be some diseased persons,
Who were waiting for him to do,
To do something for them, their sufferings.
May be his new born baby was crying,
For the first dropp of colostrum,
But his wife was incapable of that.
Did we listen to his reality?
Did any one of us stand beside him?
Try to reduce his burdens?
We all are living selfish lives,
No time to hear the tales of others,
A lot of people around us,
Trying and crying to survive,
Did we speak for them?
We didn't, we don't, we will never do.
So what's about our learnings,
Those facts, morals never reach to heart,
'Don't hate a guilty, hate the guilts, '
All those remain in the books,
And the reality is the scene,
A thief is being beaten by peoples,
To lessen their angers,
To cover their faults,
To color their shames....