Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet
When I riveted a grill of pure gold across my window; the burglars stared
unrelentingly; thinking I was overwhelmingly rich,
They whispered in inaudible tones about the wealth; they envisaged was stored
inside,
Delicately chiseled the grill with their axe; and dexterously pilfered all they could lay their hands on.
When I put a grill of silver bars across my window; the mouths of the burglars
slavered at witnessing the gleam,
They abandoned their other plans of robbery; intensely concentrating on my house,
Imagining the wonderful goods inside; and indiscriminately barged in snapping
the grill.
When I embedded a grill of immaculate ivory across my window; the burglars had
a hard time stifling their startled gasps,
They admired the rustic charm I had incorporated in an innocuous window; contemplating my real wealth,
Atrociously smashed the same with their bludgeons; to savor the taste of my hidden resources.
When I stuck a grill of scintillating and pellucid mirror across my window; the burglars were busy gazing at their reflections,
Thoroughly mesmerized by the transparent grill; the richness that lay blended in the sparkling glass,
Smashed the same into splinters using hard stone; gaining easy access into
my chamber of dreams.
When I used a grill of fragrant rosewood across my window; the burglars got
insatiably tickled by the aroma,
They didn't feel like budging an inch; drowned in the celestial aroma,
Later broke the same using slender sticks of explosives; intruded upon the
privacy of my nocturnal bedroom.
When I fixed a grill of barbed wire charged with electric current across my
window; the burglars were simply intrigued by the contrivance,
They perceived me to me astoundingly clever; pondered profoundly on
annihilating my automatic device,
Did the same with clinical precision; abhorrently transgressing through my
solitary dwelling.
It then when I decided to have no grill at all; kept the colossal space of window absolutely bare to peep,
The burglars passing didn't even notice; dismissing all thoughts of me
possessing the slightest of affluence; ridiculing my threadbare disposition,
They had other houses to sabotage on their list; it was the first time they spared me from possible harm,
And I snored blissfully all night; laughing in my dreams and saying; to stay
without a grill is far better than having one.
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