Thursday, February 9, 2012

THE DARK GEM

Not all gems of my crown,
does equally in light shine.
Some in darkness do drown,
though all of them are mine.

The radiant ruby, perfect pearl,
are the gems to one's eye.
Fitted on golden rim and curl,
the king's lofty pride is high.

Selfsame are the toil of men,
get lost in the dark gorges.
Perspire in sweat, all even,
in fire thus, shapes and forges.

Not always, honesty have a prize,
though it should have been.
Blind! Are we? Its time to rise,
and show others what we have seen.


Prasenjit©1997-2012

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