Thief of thoughts,
Thief of sorts,
Thief of course,
Unsatisfied with my heart,
You robbed me of my mind too,
Stole my thoughts without leniency,
How much me they pleasantly sooth!
And you, my robber,
Have you seen portraits of me like little
Birds around your head hovering?
I wonder, how I wonder!
They think me mad,
In smiling to the air,
They don’t know how fair,
You are, let me then seem mad.
Oh dear, dear you and dear me,
The yellow star has already made
Journey to yonder horizon,
You bound me, unaccomplished,
All the day’s profitable deeds,
Yes it’s your fault,
You stole my entire person,
Without permission or heed,
But I care not today,
Even of how I will feed,
There’s no regret.
A spark quietly, quickly does ignite,
Turning fast into true passionate flame,
Allow me bless you when I say:
Hope they also see you,
For the same,
Mad and insane!
(2nd September,2011)
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