Nostalgia Poem by Jabale Rahmat

Map folded, sitting on the gravel path
Waiting to unfold the paper just to see the path to the treasure
With a 'X' it will be noted and will be found
Retrieve from its hiding place forever
A possession for the treasure hunter
Hunting and hunted; retrieved and spent
Some will go in vain and some will be use for usefulness
Not to be mystified by its power and greed
The hunter will save some and put it in a map for its successor
All thoughts passed by, but the map still remain folded safely in hand

Just waiting to be unfolded to discover no map but instruction of the next clue
That will lead to a place where the hunter took the first step
Rise above the ground, failed the gravity and trudged in the safe hands of the parents
In that sanctuary, another unfolded paper will be recovered
That will take the hunter to the place where he took his first education
Made decision for the first time by making friends and foes
Getting there and salvaged a new paper
All he will found is a path to another destination
Where he had enjoyed playing sports
All this will bring memories of childhood
Nostalgia will rise as nausea to the throat
Weaken the hunter and bring all those cherished memories back
Tears will pour as he will be embraced by the thoughts of bittersweet happiness
He will comprehend life in a new form
All the treasures he already hunted will be known
All the treasures are not marked by 'X' and are not hunted
Treasures come along in the path of life and destinations are gathered in memories
To be cherished again and again forever