Ornaments Not Bomb

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.