Treasure Island Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Treasure Island
Far very far in the deep blue oceans,
Often over washed by tides of emotions,
Where there are buds and colorful flowers,
Always cloudy and wet with the showers,
Dense trees cover and protect an island,
My past is buried in a lovely dreamland,
It has a mountain with a dormant volcano,
In the forests I lost melodies of a piano.
The volcano is not dead and often bursts out,
Precious rocks are spread with music in spout,
My soul is free to visit the banned lands,
It touches the crater with his thoughtful hands,
It dives very deep and enjoys the fire,
Comes out as a youth and model of admire,
Its pockets are full with diamonds and gold,
My beloved asks when I would grow old!
That treasure Island must be a magic land.too...! . So each time you visit it, you come out younger and younger! So it is natural for your beloved to ask when you are going to be old! Beautiful poem! Greatly enjoyed!
very nice poem that swells my heart with pleasure......................i am greatly amazed......................................The volcano is not dead and often bursts out, Precious rocks are spread with music in spout, My soul is free to visit the banned lands, It touches the crater with his thoughtful hands, It dives very deep and enjoys the fire, Comes out as a youth and model of admire, Its pockets are full with diamonds and gold, My beloved asks when I would grow old! ................................this stanza actually poignant...............it's what we call the beauty in poetry..........thanks
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Your 'Treasure Land is a lovely poem with lyrical touch and delicate poetic imagination! Beautiful past always refreshes our jovial young days....'My past is buried in a lovely dreamland'! Loved the last two lines: Its pockets are full with diamonds and gold/My beloved asks when I would grow old!