Helping Hand

Broke into my house, thief, late one night.
His hunger perennial,
the look frantic, money not in sight.
I entered the room, he invaded and broomed-
Alarmed, he stares, pleads in surrender.
His wants, like mine; surreal.
And together we search in wonder.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are -,, and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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