The A-Haunted Treasure Poem by Subrata Ray

The A-haunted-Treasure.

You may change your cover,
You may conceal your address,
But a-haunted you would ever go,
With the magic -miracle of your empress.

You may cast window-look,
From the rooms of your running trains,
With landscape, -hills, rivers -revealing,
But the Man stole your heart, retains in your brain.

You and your lover, never fear,
That there can be any separation,
The tree of love grows, -tomorrows -tomorrows,
Through the passages of destruction and creation.