The Real Treasure
This mud isn't new to me, numb hands searching something…
Sticky mud covered my legs, swimming fish gape.
Beam of light took a little peep over the algae, shining sands akin to gold.
Down here mud hide something, touch gave the feeling of metal casket.
Curious eyes desire to discover the treasure of this river.
Tired hands are numb and cold, illusions ride the brain and mind.
Frozen hands and legs tried to defeat hope, but mind gave power.
Hope not yet defeated, childish mind plays in water.
Muddy water wants to flow inside, fish now angry and troubled.
Radiant sun cleared my vision, down here it is my own reflection.
Empty hands started relaxing, views are now clear and astonishing.
Nature’s warmth defeated illusions; swimming here is so heavenly.
Floating body feels like a feather, empty mind rejoices.
Soothing chillness everywhere, craving brain also silent.
Eyes were so blind to find the real treasure, discovering it gave me the real pleasure!!!
01-Apr-2020
Copyright © Neethu Sivaraj Adiyoli | Year Posted 2020
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