it is a follicle
a small particle
that lay beneath
very well underneath
nothing of value I thought
did not bother in a sort
as I was whiling away my time
the clock before me did chime
I rose up to go
noticed my ring in the go
saw a stone missing in a row
so made a low bow
saw the stone lying there
took it with great care
saw it in close quarters
it is beauty was startling
I admired it for a while
then saw its fit and style
it was none the less
the stone from my ring’s 
tress.
Meenas Poems 