The Lost Treasures Poem by Awni Alkhatib

The Lost Treasures



Up the hill, a serene treasure to reap
murmuring brooks and jingling bells of sheep
Up the hill, sure there is a serene rite
Everyday sure there is a wealthy sight
One day I went up the hill
with my papers and a small pencil with eraser
down the valley a twinkling treasure lie
I took it rashly, the brook cried but no reply.
I owned august castles and pens
But my castle is dark despite all candles.
and my rooms are hollow despite all bibles
I took my golden pen and fine papers
up the hill where the lost treasures lie
Only dumb bells and all echoes die

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The Poem describes a serene, happy and simple way life lived by a poor painter who led a happy life at first in the lap of mother nature.Nature was his dear treasure.Later while enjoying one of the thrillingly amazing nature views he found a real treasure which was has a bad omen to his happy life with nature and the torrential force that set him apart from his mother nature.He moved to the sophisticated and luxurious life of affluent people and tried to enjoy the new life style.Unfortunately, his new life was insipid and tasteless.The treasure was no more than a Pandora box that made him lead a gloomy life.The end of the of poem depicts how he managed to reestablish a firm relationship with his mother nature by throwing off all assets of the affluent life and returning repentantly to his mother.
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