Topaz
Buried in the depth of mother earth
the labor working hard on the innards
the steel and iron cracking the intestines
suddenly is viewed a dull and recognisable shine,
they stop.
It's a Topaz!
Labor fructified and happy as lark
topaz is rushed to the dealer shark
fined and refined and polished and shined
it is ready for market.
It's a Topaz!
That enamoured and love lorn lover
over the yonder on the showroom foyer
is eyeing that beautiful piece on the deck
checking his bank balance for a good cheque,
It's all for that Topaz!
Warm hill side, cool wind blowing,flowers swinging
the lover is standing with that dainty lady
who had stolen his heart and in his mind written her art
holding that dainty hand and the ring finger,
It's the very same Topaz!
Embittered that he had strayed the lady was frayed
after a period of warm and cuddly love that flourished
in anger at betrayal she shook and shrugged her finger with strength
and the finger undressed vigorously throwing the content far and flung,
It was the very same Topaz!
the thrown stone went in stones and got buried deep
in a centuries long seep it had reached its family in a slow creep
covered yet again in grime and slime it heaved a sigh
it lay at depth waiting for the diggers call ,
It's a Topaz !
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