O! Treasure

A treasure he so much cherished
The best of all his treasures
That he laid his best for it 
Investing so much for it 

Though desiring no more than this 
A pleasure of its adored appearance 
At a glance the overwhelming joy engulfs his face
A treasure for me he said

This He imagined of a treasure
Such of which was hidden 
Amidst the formless cherished features
In the endowed thick of darkness 

At His desire forms came into being 
Being of treasures
But treasure from a graceful abode  
Sold itself off

Now filled with pain 
The chain of thoughts 
Roped in shame

And ridiculed in fame

Talk about the aims
How about the pride
All of the investment 
the love and care

O! Treasure
He called back 
Yet, away amidst the den of pleasure 
Treasure lays thinking she merry