That day,I did not steal your coat out of jealousy..
Neither I stole it to protect myself from cold..
How could I even steal something handwoven by me?
Dear friend..
I hope atleast I can call you that..
Do you see me now?
The person afraid of attention,of eyes,of touch..
Why would I even wish to stand in your place..
When all I pray for is you to shine..
I would not explain,why I took your coat that night..
I hope you have figured it out now..
If you have not..
Then I am sorry for the theft..
But I cannot return it to you anymore..
For I am a beggar..
So if you need,I can peel of my skin and make you a coat..
YOU ARE READING
The destroyed me...
PoetryJust some words,if it heals someone,helps someone in hard time,then words have value..