I was lying camouflaged
in the bumpy bosom of a mountain,
When
you graced to identify and pick me as a valuable yellow metal.
A connoisseur
in you rapped me carefully in the silken cloth of your affection,
And took
me to your workshop to explore the quality in me.
You put
me to the fire of your strict discipline and orders,
Hammered
me with honest criticism and guidelines,
Drowned
me in the cold water of togetherness and affection,
Carved
a beautiful necklace of me putting all your sincerity, perseverance and
artistry.
My beauty,
tangibility was exclusively for you,
As you made me
something out of nothing, worthy out of useless,
Hence, I yearn to
adorn your neck, be an integrated part of your being,
Which was in fact a
great honor to me and my humble gratefulness.
You too respected my silent prayer with your great heart,
Granted the place I so
earnestly craved and most deserved,
I had somewhere a
rough edge that pinched your soft body,
You feel scared,
throw me away in anguish and went away.
Can your own craft,
your brain baby inflict pain on you deliberately?
Be judicious to your
creation.
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