The Treasure Poem by Simran Jena

Once I visited a treasure island,
Thought of some treasures
Instead of treasures there are many ventures
Came an old man laughing at me and saying:
"Your treasure is on the top of the mountain."
Would I go there? I think it again and again.
Let's go! Came to my mind
Going through the mountain
I was full with excitement, but pain
Written on every board, "You are passed and go ahead. "
Reaching at the apex, I took breathe
Again I asked me, " What is in that box? "
Opening it I realized,
What is my fault in the life!