CREEEEAAAAK!
A footfall steals!
A torch beam
writing white on ink.
The taut night,
About to snap.
Quick glances
To check the blackness,
a busy clock
a restless tap
slumber rumble.
Furtive fingers
at the door
THUMP! CLATTER!
Lights come on,
Thief! Thief!
There stands
Guilt in person,
Chubbiness stained in chocolate
Caught raid handed
Beside
The open cookie jar.
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have u ever been caught doing anything similar? :)
As a matter of fact, yes :)
Watabout you?
not till now :) am real good at stealing stuff :) in 3rd std, I stole my partner's fancy looking pencil. And she never realised until I gave it back to her after 2 months :P
Cute :)
Such a simple way of putting things in a poem....
Wish I could do that!
I have great difficulty in doing so.
Hate writing most of the time ; it ends up in a syzygy of random scribbling , torn papers and self-reproach ( 'loss of time' ; 'could have done other things' ; etc :D )
Anush
I'm sure your mother forced you to return it :)
As a 3 yr old I was the one that lost a pencil a day, and no one returned them :(
Reverie
Thank you.
I thought the poem didn't rhyme and the title was a misnomer. I wrote it years ago, found it while cleaning my desk.
You are too hard on yourself.
Am reminded of "Tham, thakam, paadakam..." and the series of messages that went back and forth :P
As for cookie thief, if they were the fruit of your baking, I declare that even a saint would steal for extra goodies :D
that's a nice memory :)
And Cofession: those cookies I used to serve you.... those were meant to be cake. they always turned out hard & cookie consistency :(
Wow really?? You should make more cakes! :D Or may be, try to make cookies- they might end up becoming cakes?
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