Analysis of Treasure.

I saw a woman collecting peas,
in the basket on her waist.
Her face was veiled
and blue mantle was upto knees.

She was picking up the peas,
with her fingers so swiftly
as if honey was collecting by honey bees.

She was singing a lullaby
to her little kid
who was crying sitting nearby.

Then I gazed and gazed and thought,
what treasure would it bring then
when I would shut my eyes
and think about my mother
who is now abode of heaven.