My Pot of Gold…!!

I heard one day, from someone I knew,

At the end of the rainbow, is a treasure,
A pot of gold, that doubles each day,
I wept that day, with pleasure

I set out soon, after a rainy day,
To find, that pot of gold,
All alone, I travelled each mile,
Chasing the rainbow, as I watched it unfold

Soon I found, a passer by,
I told him, what I had heard,
He joined my quest, and we walked together,
Mile by mile, always undeterred

As we travelled, we met more souls,
They joined our quest, for the gold,
Walking and talking, we encouraged each other,
As we watched, the endless rainbow unfold


Many a day later, as we walked with purpose,
On our path, a wise man we met,
We told him, of what we did seek,
He laughed and told us, the quest to forget

He told us we were fools, laughed again,
But I told him, I had found the gold,
Friends by my side, I found each day,
To help me chase, the dreams I once sold

Like gold, they never stop shining,
I find more friends, every day,
I never did find, the rainbow’s end,
But I did find my pot of gold that day


Pic Credits:-Icai Enriquez(icairocks),Starlene(starz33)…both from DeviantArt.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

23 thoughts on “My Pot of Gold…!!

  1. wise man? dum dum dum dum …the questers were far wiser … n yes ..i want to shout at you for not coming to my blog ..i lost my blogroll and literally had to search for you in my comnts ..khul hi nahi raha tha ..ek bar a jate to asani hoti na? me poor fasting gul ko torture karte ho πŸ™

  2. this was a pice par perfectn!!!! lykd the idea of friends being compared to the real treasure and happiness of lyf!! nice blog!

  3. tat was really beautiful mate….i glad yur finding new treasure on your journey to the pot of gold….or else a lotta ppl wud just still look for the pot of gold ignoring everything else around

  4. Wow.. tatzz one treasure,, precious than anythn elz in da world,, i guess..liked ur contrast between da last poem n tis one.. frnds are a pot of gold,, indeed.. πŸ™‚ beautiful lines.. πŸ™‚

  5. beautiful vinu…I keep saying that for every post of yours but i guess the degree in meaning just keeps increasing…:)

  6. huh! i knew its going to end in such a way.yes real gold is not gold itself but friends and loved ones.ur frnds r lucky tat they got a friend like u who values them more than Gold.niice post

  7. Loved …just loved your concluding lines Vi !!!So much positivity – so much hope – so much contentment !!!Brava !

  8. Sorry for being late dear.Been busy with stuff.Beautiful work, i must say. Poetry that tells a story, with such good rhythm is rare to find. All in all, a lesson can be learnt from this work.:) Nice

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