The Stolen Painting (A compilation of haikus)
Sufiyan
Solitary,quite
In a state of resentment
always on the move
Stolen
He stood in the room
Body shaking violently
He took the painting
Adrenaline
He was ecstatic
His body was on fire
His feet flew across the ground
Doubt
What should he do next?
Knew he shouldn't have done it
Was it justified?
Answers
He figured it out.
He would hide it in plain sight.
It was his mother’s
Mother
She died in autumn
Inherited the painting
A tragic affair
Waiting
He sat on the couch
The painting staring at him
Anticipation
Hidden
Covered by bleak sheets
He knew they wouldn't find him
Moving like a snake
Caught
Laughed in ecstasy
And then he stopped, his face fell
Flashing red and blue
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