Beautiful Thieves Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Keeping my beauty completely intact,
The lights of my mind reflect and refract,
The virtue of an image I see all rounds,
The beauty of children the sweetness of sounds,
They sing the same song all over the earth,
They play same games of the common worth.

They are yellow and brown; they are black and white,
They read same rhymes and the same they write,
Their dresses are different violet or indigo,
White or off white whatever we lo,
Blue or green, yellow, orange or red,
Same lessons of love they learnt and read.

How far I am from the God of believes,
How close to Him are the naughty thieves,
They stole the lessons that I could not,
They tied themselves in a single tight knot,
I wish I could be a beautiful thief!
But I am imprisoned in a cage of belief!