The Hidden Treasure Poem by Tina Ashok

In those days, I felt so lonely and helpless,
My life seemed to be with no gust,
Where I, whiled my time away being restless.
Oh! Now I find that my heart was full of dust.

I longed for a rain from dawn till dusk -
Had in mind that it would clear my heart,
And the seeds of my thoughts could be free of husk;
Still I was worried, since the shower stood apart.

Right, I regret I was not right:
It was of no use to mope,
To live life lifeless, and without hope.
Later I learnt: ‘one has to make his own self bright’.

True, for no reason I had put myself in pain,
Tired my days, and awaited the rain - in vain.

Today I’m revealed - of the hidden treasure -
I had looked not for the dawn, neither the rain,
But for the light and the bloom that comes after;
I have those both run in my blood and vein.
Though I spent some time to discover, and some to loiter -
I found myself, yes, there is no greater pleasure.