HE

Those junky stuffs of my girlish things
To the time when my hairclips matched with my earrings
He...had scattered them all over
And my brain is scorged to a level of anger
So many questions are queueing for answer
Like 'Memangnya tak ada kerja lain ya'?

As always..I couldn't help but wonder
Are you local or are you a foreigner?
Are you a son or are you the father?
Have you previously been a midnight prowler?
That Now you opted to be a daylight burglar?

Why do you have to choose to be a thief?
One of the greatest sins -an act of mischief!
Are you ignorance or a hardcore poor?
Currently so sick, hopeless and unsure?
Or, could you be under some drug influence?
That you encountered since your adoslescence?

Now that I have thought it over and over
My head is mathematicing and my heart turns softer
I don't hate you, you unfortunate burglar
And I feel so sorry, your path turns this blur!

If I was a fairy godmother
With a magical stick and a magical power
I will turn you into a baby or a toddler
Packaged with parents who love and nurture
Inculcating you, the very gist of nature
Even as a child you will always remember
The importance, of being Honest and Sincere
Acts of Truth and Kindness to The Ever After!


Aasiyaa
9/8/09
To The Burglar Who broke in my Room
Thanx to The Policemen who helped.