The Robber Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Water irrigates the pastures,
But I am the robber.
I march rosy passages.
But I am a robber.

Entering through the votes,
I am the robber,
I rob all with ease
I am a robber.

There dance before me
Is the prey that I aspire,
A brutality running through me
Now I feel the rob bonfire.

I move nearer and quicker;
Fixing it in light
Pacing closer and closer;
But hide, not to give her a fright.

Now seated in control,
Full authority now,
I smack toxin lull,
All so near now.

Twisted breading in and out;
Always close the doors,
Enjoy people’s sad plight,
And throw into the moors.

Swiftly I run,
Robbing nation and national;
Swiftly I run,
Breathing to rob one and all.

My conscience is dead,
Bread in a slaughter house,
Feelings are mad,
Thinking teaches sin and offense.

I seize my catch,
I am the robber,
I leave them to fright,
I have robbed.