We made a plan
to steal the
sweets she made
and stored in the
box inside a room.
while she was
sleeping in her bed.
We were anxious
and afraid,
Mouth watering
sweets on one side;
while there were
scolding on other
from her and we had to hide!
However, I went
inside,
while my brother
stood to check at door.
Soundless, I
opened the box,
Took out sweets,
tasted, and held even more.
He locked the
door,
and we ran up to
the terrace.
With oily hands,
we ate gradually,
laughing and
looking each other's face.
Maybe we stole a
bit more,
More enough even
for next day.
Now we had to
store them safe,
Packing them, we
hid under the hay.
When she woke up,
She entered into
the room.
She stayed there
pretty late,
We felt sweats, though
it was not noon.
After while, she
was out,
we were peeping
from the window lane.
She looked
worried,
and we could feel
the pain.
We tried to get
away from her,
But had to face
her when she made a call.
It was to wash an
apple anyway,
We bowed down, and
she was tall.
We were back to
normal then,
She should have
known we stole her sweets,
because she again
cooked it after a day,
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