Poems by
Sumant Puri


a poem by Sumant Puri

Cuts of brilliance maketh a shape,
glitter is name for thy shine.
Emergence of a rainbow though fake,
makes it a jewel of finest of fine.

Brings sparkle to the eyes of beauty,
but greedier becomes the beast.
Thus its value is high in equity,
yet its gain is a matter of feast.

King of all stones and gems,
is atop the crown of all kings.
This symbol of riches for men,
is but a piece of glass for the wretched.