An Idle Treasure Poem by Indira Renganathan
An Idle Treasure
A potful of gold coins
You collect cravingly
Then you bundle them
With stones..
To a remote sea sail
And trash them deep
Secretly..
Are you insane?
A hoard of books...
Your passion's library
You grow old...they too
None around of your taste
Whom will you bequeath...
An idle treasure?
Some day somebody
On some hunt..
At least that gold be found
But..
Books are in shelves and knowledge and wisdom crawling. Very few kids are interested in reading books....Thought provoking poem 10+
Yes, I am also worried about my books when people around me can not understand their value and just think that the books have become useless and should be disposed of to clear the spaces. Old books have a special value for me.When I glance through the pages of a old book, I feel a re-run of old emotion.Old books are like our childhood friends who provided us companionship and emotional support in our past days.Thank you for sharing a wonderful poem.
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5/2/2024 8:22:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Treasures of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.