I ain’t Poet :- Who am I ?

A question may have crossed our mind on numerous occasion
who am I ?

I have been stealing .

Stealing, my peace ,

the love ,which dwells in me ,

my happiness ,

my beauty,

my mindfulness,

Plundering the temple in me,

Denying every possible chance to meet me,

I know, is a disease.

I can’t, is a crime.

I am a slate , I write and suppose to rub and re-write .

I don’t.

Who Am I ?

A thief , a criminal.  I am .

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