Learn from the gem.
It shines on the finger.
Under water it sparkles.
In the jewellery box that sings and dances,
It also dances round and round.
They got it the biggest ruby
all the way from a distant India
on the state crown they put it.
No Indian had a head to wear it on then.
For it was fit only for a queen
whose power had to be proved by taking it.
Selling itself short never happened.
It knows the waiting game.
Patience never wears out,
as it shines like a starlet
and wiggles its way to the top.
The one who buys it goes to the auction,
stands the highest bidder of the day,
whose purse is open and ready
To spill its contents on the floor
And wear it with pride the gem most sought after
By all the princely ones of the earth
Moments come to rest the crown.
Safe guarded in a stand it sits
untouched the only emblem
of something bought at a price of
give it to me for I am the biggest
and should wear such things of glory alone
That shine and show my power oozing
out of the front on the place
where the power knocks me cold
Confessing greatness is worn as gems.
India wants back that gem from days of old.
Mother country wordiness on vessels gone.
They know it is time to pay the Caesars of India
what is theirs now that it is time.
Yet it listens and just shines
Hidden smiles all over its face.
Takers and givers are friends at last.
Who will wear me next it asks.
Will I go with sisters and cousins
now that mother country milk has dried
and the raw humor of yesterday gone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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