Sunday, January 30, 2011

DIAMONDS


A rich man
Keeping a lot of diamonds
In powerful lockers
Or box by box
In hidden underground places.


He gets out those daily
And watching those
Gloats in solitude.


Though he has lot of gems
Yet too poor
To spend.


No courage to reveal
Those to the world
And those keep glimmering
In lonely rooms.

While a poor labourer
Who works in burning sun
Has lot of tiny diamonds
Adorning his forehead
As a symbol of his endeavour.


Though wearing torn clothes
Yet so rich
That he collects those diamonds
In his fist
And like a generous
Throws those away in the air. 

1 comment:

  1. Though wearing torn clothes
    Yet so rich
    That he collects those diamonds
    In his fist
    And like a generous
    Throws those away in the air.

    VERY GOOD POEM !
    YOU ARE VERY MUCH TALENTED POET !
    I AM HAPPY TO HAVE YOU AS A FRIEND IN POETRY !

    Haminia

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