Gold's Rant Poem by chandra thiagarajan
Gold's Rant
When they embed me in fire
I’m not in great ire
When with a hammer they pound me
I don’t place any plea
When I’m drawn into a wire
I don’t a bit inquire
When I’m flattened into a sheet
I admit and bear the treat
All this I undergo well
Because I’d be turned to a Jewel
A pretty girl to adorn proudly
But when I’m weighed, frankly
Speaking, I hate to be weighed
Against the tiny grains and thus degraded!
Life seems to hammer us into various shapes as we progress through life. A good write
This is splendid Chandra! Within a simple mould, its brilliance dazzles like gold and holds some deep reflections of inestimable value! ! Enjoyed this great read! !
Such a beautiful write on gold..clearly depicting d hard stages of gold 2b turned into a jewel!
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Love this poem! The title made it fascinating and lured me in-glad it did! -Wu