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.