A Lovely Robber Poem by V P Mahur

Why believe love
It is not an innocent dove
It is a hungry bird
Which pecks your soft feelings
And flies away
In the sky of ingratitude
You want to grab it
Try to fly behind
But it has no bind

You regret
For the loss of your sentiments
You can do nothing
But to wait
And let it feed on your feelings
Once again
You know you are loosing
Some of your valuable thing
But its tempting eyes
Make you out of senses
And you keep yourself
Being robbed
In broad day light
Within your own fences