Treasure Island

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!

Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013

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Inspired by a religious discourse in Vijay TV.

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  • David Wood (4/19/2013 7:50:00 AM)

    Life seems to hammer us into various shapes as we progress through life. A good write (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (4/18/2013 10:18:00 PM)

    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! ! (Report) Reply

  • Kavya . (4/18/2013 12:50:00 PM)

    Such a beautiful write on gold..clearly depicting d hard stages of gold 2b turned into a jewel! (Report) Reply

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