The Treasure — Abnish Singh Chauhan

The pages
of some poets,
carrying
timeless messages,
lie scattered
across the garden
of my heart.

I try
to gather them,
to arrange them
in order,
but some of them slip
through my fingers.

Still,
I compile
what I can,
though haphazardly,
and a new book
is formed,
titled—
‘The Golden Treasure.’

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