THE TINY SHOES

  The night was l dark, and the world slept quietly

A scream, “Thief. Thief “ Woke up rich man’s house

Dozens of armed men started searching around

 For a man, who had entered to steal things, precious

Soon the man was caught, as he failed to hide

The house gathered around to see the treasure

What he had managed to steal and why he did

His shivering hands, revealed a pair of tiny red shoes.

I have no money to buy for my kid, he wept

He, my child, is very ill, crying for new shoes

Fearing that he may die, I risked even to steal,

His teary eyes looked around pleading for mercy

Shoes were snatched, only to add the unused pile

 The poor thief was chained, sent to the prison dark

The rich man, who had always looted a million poor

 Walked all free, his head held high without any shame