"Treasure Found Like an eagle in the sky, With powerful wings she flies. Goes high and high, Landing on the ground, sigh. In the quest of human cosmos, Rejecting profit and the loss. A part of thee leaves behind, But a new set of clouds she finds. Clouds clear and concrete, Princely pearl they secret. Sprinkles love, eradicats hate, One who gets, good fortunate. ©Priya Mishra "