LAPIDARY

BISWAJIT

                     Could that stone become any gem?

                              I confirm, touch and polish them.

                     Most overlook, I feel although,

                            It's a princess and it must glow.

                     

                     While one sees a lump, dull stone,

                            I foresee: beauty must be known.

                     You then get your pricey diamond,

                          I see its smile— it owes to a bond.

                     Jeweller sells, buyer cherishes shine

                           Craftsman can't afford; it's not mine.

                     Did you own a gem extraordinary?

                           Won't you thank buried poor lapidary?

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