The diamond glitters and shines
The sparkle dazzles the eyes.
Losing the eyesight for a while
sealing the eyes to darkness in style.
Really diamonds are black
as they are carbon lying in dark
under the earth for years and years
creating a value and worth dear.
Category: Diamonds
Worship is voluntary or involuntary.
A curious thought sets in involuntarily.
Reverence is the basis for worship truly.
Fear is a part of the fundamental undoubtedly.
Worshipping God has become a ritual.
Praying has turned to be beneficial.
Pleading for mercy is sacramental
Worship includes a ceremony artificial.
Worshipping Man has taken lively coordination.
Going after the wealthy is a fashionable attraction.
Running behind the powerful is a feverish aspiration.
Hero worshipping comprises a scenario of destruction.
Respect should come naturally from within.
Force should not surface across the skin.
Nor tear it with an incisive spin.
Worship leaves a volume of actions to begin.
Pilgrimage to holy places is one of the ways.
Offerings to God is another way.
Conducting ceremonies is an expensive way.
Appeasing God has become everyone’s way.
Fear of the future wields a sway grave
Finance assumes a close shave.
Illness consumes the heart of the brave.
Driving every other to a tumultuous rave.
Resorting to worship is the easiest design.
Diamonds,gold silver add to the shine.
People flock to the shrine.
Hoping to convert their suffering to gain.
Worshipping in itself is divine.
If it for a cause it is but vain.
It is truth that holds the reign.
Eventually truth would always remain.
Deities sparkle with diamond crowns.
The dazzling finds itself in all rounds.
The spectacular delight knows no bounds.
The galaxy of crowns and outfits win over.
The eyes of the devotees make a splendid rover.
Feeding on the exciting ostentation with a devour.
The golden and silver outfits are heavy.
Decking the deities with them is not easy.
They pressurize the idols inflicting marks sticky.
Adorning the idols causes damage to them.
Flowery crowns and garlands charm them.
Dressing them with colourful silk adds grace to them.
The deities in their expensive dresses look different.
They appear as images with features indifferent.
The created shine robs the glow in the affront.
Well the rich indulge in such dear fanaticism.
Showing to the world their wealthy enthusiasm.
They wantonly plunder the temples of their divine realism.
All the more quiet it was
More or less simple it was.
Nevertheless composed it was.
Almost austere it was.
All such focused it was.
Greatly helpful it was.
Ultimately different it was.
Absolutely out of box it was.
Only some would appreciate it.
Certainly thoughtful they call it
Mostly most would depreciate it.
Impressively miserly they call it.
None the less it was done.
Where publicity was shun.
There was no place for fun.
It lead to a smooth run.
Inflicting displeasure to none.
Securing an involvement to everyone.
Providing a well-knit comfort zone
Though initiating a procedure unknown.
That might ensue a follow out in tone.
Which might not imply an urgency in tune.
Which would perhaps lead to a turn around soon.
As it predicts a futuristic boon.
where economy steals the show,
where pragmatism implies a flow
parading lively interactions in a row.
What is it all about you might enquire?
It is nothing but a rejection of a pomposity entire.
Tiny dew drops shine like diamonds ,
They oscillate over the fragile green grass,
Shimmering in the glistening sunrise,
A beauty not to miss every morn.
Little buds peep out from the nodules,
They are in red, rose and blue,
Dancing in the morning breeze,
A beauty not to miss every morn.
Small children walk up the road to school,
They chuckle and chatter as they move,
Exchanging friendly gestures and pep talk,
A beauty not to miss every morn.
The glory of the day lies not in calls,
The charm of the hour is not based on tries,
The contentment rests on impressive sights,
That take us to infinite heights.
The beauty of the morn is not to be missed,
It has to be repeatedly cherished,
The dew drops, bud and child are personifications,
Of transcendental truth and exuberant bliss.
Lovely colours aren’t they?
They make us gay ,
All through the day,
I have lot more to say.
Pink is the lovely rose,
Pink are the chubby cheeks,
Pink are the cotton candies,
Oh!There are pink diamonds too.
White diamonds dazzle,
Yellow ones sparkle,
Pink extends a twinkle,
All from the carbon carbuncle.
Pink diamond is a gorgeous treat,
Found in the mines of Argyle,
A gem rare with a charm upbeat,
Oh!It is fabulously expensive .
Yellow and White diamonds are a costly call,
Eluding the grasp of all,
Pink ones remains a coveted tall,
Appropriate to the monarchy’s haul.
Delight of seeing induces a pleasure,
Desire to hold incites a longing,
Indeed it is a valid value,
No matter how small you might be.
Possession of those might make you beam,
Owning those is a precious dream,
Mostly those might pass on to the cream,
Few of those could make your ring finger gleam.
Pink diamonds turn you pink,
Prices rule out an angry pink,
Lustre spells out a blushing pink,
An owning foretells a futuristic pink.
Well,the story of diamonds is interesting,
Black cinders after million of years inputting,
Validate as precious gems scintillating,
Oh! it is a tale of lowly forcing a pop out struggling.
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