The Theft Poem by Farina Afrin Malik

'Twas amongst the summer breeze
There I sat, hands on my knees,
Staring above at the sea blue clouds,
Wondering when my thoughts would arouse.
Watching the misty clouds waft by,
Sitting there I wondered why,
Right here in this peaceful bliss,
(My thoughts had begun to travel amiss.)
In my town revenge was sought.
Who had killed and who had fought?
Gallant knight or simple barber?
What in mind did one of them harbor?
Kill the king and leave the rest
Who would set such an impossible test?
So kill the king they did too
And without further ado,
His throne they took
And threw away his rule book.
Then the knight with his shining dress
To the theft did confess.
The barber did then kill the knight
In the so called “gory fight”,
All the townsmen were appeased,
When the trouble finally ceased,
And there I sat full of ease,
’Twas amongst the summer breeze!