Treasure -Lost And Found Poem by Santosh Bakaya

Blood and tears freely flew in a sad profusion
Lifeless bodies lay around in chaotic confusion.
The street was smeared with ravages of senseless gore.
To her bosom a woman clasped her lifeless child-aged four.
Unfazed by this story a man rummaged in a garbage can
Ah! the brutal callousness of this insensitive man.
With a serendipitous gleam, his eyes became round.
In the debris of hopes, what had he found?
With indecent haste, toward the object he lunged
Alas, to what abysmal depths had he plunged?
From the corner of his eyes, he looked around.
Throwing himself at the treasure he had found.
With grimy hands, his cheeks he wiped.
In the air, a triumphant hand he swiped.
Then on one leg he pitifully hobbled.
On the street-blood-soaked and cobbled.
The treasure snugly under his arm
His face now looked ….ah so calm.
For, under his right arm, his left leg he carried
Alas, just a week back he had been married!