When I riveted a grill of pure gold across my window;
the burglars stared
unrelentingly; thinking I was overwhelmingly rich,
They whispered in inaudible tones about the wealth;
they envisaged was stored
inside,
Delicately chiseled the grill with their axe; and
dexterously pilfered all
they could lay their hands on.
When I put a grill of silver bars across my window;
the mouths of the burglars
slavered at witnessing the gleam,
They abandoned their other plans of robbery; intensely
concentrating on my
house,
Imagining the wonderful goods inside; and
indiscriminately barged in snapping
the grill.
When I embedded a grill of immaculate ivory across my
window; the burglars had
a hard time stifling their startled gasps,
They admired the rustic charm I had incorporated in an
innocuous window;
contemplating my real wealth,
Atrociously smashed the same with their bludgeons; to
savor the taste of my
hidden resources.
When I stuck a grill of scintillating and pellucid
mirror across my window;
the burglars were busy gazing at their reflections,
Thoroughly mesmerized by the transparent grill; the
richness that lay blended
in the sparkling glass,
Smashed the same into splinters using hard stone;
gaining easy access into my
chamber of dreams.
When I used a grill of fragrant rosewood across my
window; the burglars got
insatiably tickled by the aroma,
They didn’t feel like budging an inch; drowned in the
celestial aroma,
Later broke the same using slender sticks of
explosives; intruded upon the
privacy of my nocturnal bedroom.
When I fixed a grill of barbed wire charged with
electric current across my
window; the burglars were simply intrigued by the
contrivance,
They perceived me to me astoundingly clever; pondered
profoundly on
annihilating my automatic device,
Did the same with clinical precision; abhorrently
transgressing through my
solitary dwelling.
It then when I decided to have no grill at all; kept
the colossal space of
window absolutely bare to peep,
The burglars passing didn’t even notice; dismissing
all thoughts of me
possessing the slightest of affluence; ridiculing my
threadbare disposition,
They had other houses to sabotage on their list; it
was the first time they
spared me from possible harm,
And I snored blissfully all night; laughing in my
dreams and saying; TO STAY
WITHOUT A GRILL IS FAR BETTER THAN HAVING ONE.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
