We all are thieves, thieves of love
Where is that peace? That flying white dove?
Stealing that happiness away from self,
Often getting depressed, crying for help.
Submitted by: Mahak Saxena
Beauty and elegance is all over me,
No one can ever deny it.
I know how to shine with fortune and fame,
Can do it even better than that of midas aims.
“How are you so pretty?” other stones said,
“Born with it” I flaunt with a high above head.