THEFT AND AGONY
I'm deeply shocked
When I realised
That every dollar I saved
Through sweat and blood
Had been unkindly robbed
Although I preserved it safely packed
And I was sure it's fully secured
Then who must be the sculptor
Of this ghastly blunder
A human or a monster
Isn't it a para normal creature
Everything looks mistery
I have of course heard
These frauds existed
In every phase of history
The power mongers looted
The thrones of the weakened
Whoever might be the wicked
But a person of low ethics
Not bounded by any laws
Empty hearted, rotten
Fearless, Godless, idle beast
You thief may be smiling now
Driving me to frantic nightmares
Though I'm a loser sunk in pain
In sometime I will earn again
But sin remains always a sin
Some are caught and punished
Some often escape
But no thief ever escaped
From the firm grips of unforgiving time!
Copyright reserved@ Rekha Mandagere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My empathy for your horrible loss. The resulting anguish has been well expressed in the poem. 'Though I'm a loser sunk in pain In sometime I will earn again But sin remains always a sin Some are caught and punished Some often escape But no thief ever escaped From the firm grips of unforgiving time! ' - True! Well said!