2) A Burglar Poem by An average Poet

As I roamed around the street,
I heard a sound of pain,
I made a pursuit and followed the sound,
As i neared it, I saw a man rolling on the ground....

He was surrounded by angry masses,
They pounded him black and blue,
As he was known as a burglar,
I watched all this from far....

I could see truth in his eyes,
I could hear his heart's cries....
But i didn't go forward.....
Maybe i wasn't cut out to be a hero,
Maybe i was afraid to stand for the defence of that person...

After everything had died down.....
People had dispersed...
I went to him,
Held him in my arms....
He look at me with hopeful eyes,
I was taken aback by surprise....
He slowly held my hand....
'Thank you for trusting me'he said....
Saying so his smile faded....
He was dead! !