In the midst of a coal mine shines the beauty,
embraces a women’s neck and the crown of a deity,
since ages it has dwelled, and will continue to,
in the fingers of those married lately.

It shines, far more than that,
in the eyes of long awaited lovers meeting.
May it be the Kohinoor or just an ordinary one,
it stands out like a Rose in the midst of a thorny bush.

In the millennium gone, it had made itself,
the necessity of every women.
There is a heart felt longing every passing second,
to just have glimpse of the king
of all the gems,
the Diamond.