UNARMED ROBBERS

My eyes are heavy
and rich with sleep
but pen and paper
robbed me off
with their bare hands
rendering slaps of joy

They made me scared
by showing me failure
threatening and saying
if I don't grease his pockets
I'll have a knock on my brain

I became poor
having no option of my own
but to go the way of the robbers
with memories like bitter honey
still lingering after the robbrery
I had this inscription
written with their painful fingernails
on my forehead:
"wealth of knowlegde"