Wealth hidden

Birds are flying high, I bet they are dreams

startled by a touch, when the eyes look down

its snakes of reality that’s crawling all-around

venom

the food, air, thoughts and everything

that’s provided comes from traders

a carbonated bottle of society

eats up all that is culture and ideals

yet I bet, there is a wealth well hidden

hope looks up at those birds high up

anxiously waiting for directions

to find that precious well hidden

treasure, that is kept inside hearts

and then the birds can come down to rejoice

without the fear of snakes.