Art of Cimeries

Sealed treasures
That seek no pleasures,
Behind the locks
Of pearly white blocks.

Treasures that lie within,
Do not grant glorifying hymns.
Nor gold nor silver.
Just words beyond the river.

Just the chirps and cries
Of the mute birds lives.
Hear it once… Please.
Then put it through reeds.



Poem By Sanjeev 'Cimeries' Retnasingam