Theft Poem by Gajanan Mishra

This dwelling house is Yours
And I am here, a servant working
To fulfill Your wish.
My lord, Sometimes, I am violating
Your Natural laws and committing sin
That I agreed.

I am in Your building in Your tent
And performing my duties according
The knowledge that are with me.
Sometimes, the illusion covered my
Eyes and mind but my Lord, as You know
My intention is not dishonest.

I am empty handed, see with Your round eyes
Neither I have stolen anything, nor concealed
Also nothing recovered from my possessions .
You know I am not capable to removed any
Movable or immovable things without Your consent
I know very well everything is in Your custody.