Thief
Thief
Is it hiding behind the curtain,
or in the silence of the night,
that dreadful dumb thief,
which comes often to steal a life.
Seeds are sown and cultivated,
when grown are killed with a sickle,
so are bonds incessently nurtured,
and broken with inevitable jerk.
The face which gave another a laugh,
is often the first victim,
a healthy hen is slaughtered,
much before the diseased one.
Should one renounce these bonds,
or possess the power to fight it,
the thief is far from our catch,
with it lies the power of providence.
Copyright © Sonika Jaggi | Year Posted 2014
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