A Child's Treasure Poem by ijlal haider

A little child who randomly pry

keeping the land on his thigh,

to find the buried treasure

tinkle -tinkle, metal pleasure.

Mother lures him to come inside

sweets and some penny besides,

but small hands have big ambition

a man with a rich mission.

He works like a newbie in coal mine

with a hope to get the diamond shine;

dirty clothes goes dirtier

focused, unlike the one, whiner.

Tough job tires him

lunch time under the tree limb;

the tree welcomes the guest, giving mango pleasure,

now, the child got the child's treasure