No Other Thought For Escape

An infamous thief lived a restless life, looking out for those vigilant, shrewd cops; his crafty hands pulling out those tools out of the box, to feed that ego so imprudent: would he never be caught... when his instincts coudn't predict? Escorted to the court-room, in hand-cuffs and chains, he faces the harshest judge of the In-God-We-Trust-Country... a female judge who's fair but firm, and yet so unsympathetically angry; and she like a fearless preacher warns, " Whoever thinks has a right to steal, rob, kill or disturb the peace... must be punished accordingly to the crime! " All he wanted was an easy flow of money, dirty money without a trace of sweat; and he acted like the richest man of the county... flashing it around and feeling great! Did he ever foresee an end to that bliss, how could he not be harmed by his own mischief? In the coldest cell, he sits on the sheetless bed... frowning upon an unsuccessful scheme: if he were able to bend each bar with those hands, unlock each door and sprint to freedom... it would be the end of his loneliness and boredom; but when reality sets in, he returns to being sad! Years and many more years without a voice... he will spend writing letters to his family, missing out on holidays and birthdays... repenting of his greedy and wicked ways and allowing no other thought for escape; pain, isolation and tolerance within those walls... will teach the hardest lesson for his sake: to make good choices and overcome his misery!!