Diamonds

a poem by Anulipi Ghosh

Diamonds are well-cut gems
with mind-boggling price tags.
To obtain this exquisite fantasy
from her husband, a wife nags.

Diamonds sparkle and glitter;
always at their splendid best.
An exhibition of wonderful diamonds
is not any ordinary fest.

Wherever there are diamonds in plenty,
a feast awaits the observant eye;
for an array of these stones is dazzling
and you hear many an exclaiming cry.

‘Oh, how beautiful diamonds are!
How very lovely and magnificent!
They each look as pretty
as the moon in a crescent!’

Diamonds shine and shimmer
like ripples on a lit-up lake.
They have much charm in them;
many people prefer to take.

Diamonds, they say, are forever
because of their hardness inspite;
their glimmers are always things
beheld with longing and delight.

The awe-inspiring craftsmanship,
with which a diamond is cut,
lends it a uniqueness that
causes safes to be carefully shut.

What diamonds are made of is lowly carbon,
otherwise known as charcoal dust;
but ‘a thing of beauty is a joy forever…’,
so possess one, you must!