In between light and dark
could see a stock
it is lying a little away
almost on the way
what could it be?
is everyone's query.
The bundle is not huge
it has a big bulge
wrapped in an old white cloth
it lay on ground's froth
what could it be?
is everyone's query.
It could be rags bound together
could also be a waste rather
unable to brush aside
the suspicion rose beside
what could it be?
is everyone's query.
The fear of a bomb lurked in the mind
could be a country bomb in a find
it looks so crude and unkempt
could burst at the slightest attempt
could it be?
is everyone's query.
At that moment came a woman
she is so inhuman
filthy and in torn clothes
rushed past on her toes
grabbed the bundle in a seize
hid behind the trees.
Those who stand around
could not derive anything in a found
she unfastens the bundle
out comes her possessions in a tumble
imagine not what they are
being ornaments and precious stones.
