Treasures

Packed and stacked away

Taped and sealed

This box is not required

But is it not desired.

The yesteryears sunshine

The drained away rain

Heralds tiny blossoms

With the fragrance of autumn.

Treading the path fashioned,

Leading the life sanctioned

The mind chained in norms;

Yet dances 

Yet swirls

At the sweet call of the cuckoo at the fragrance of the fresh wet earth.

Where life is abundant

And laughter knows its worth.