Pearl radhe
It is a beautiful rose pearl embedded
in a gold ring decorating my right finger,
The rose merges with the skin,
Reminding me of its origin,
The pearl origin of its pristine shine
Mixed with its purity weaving its
Own lengthy tale of its root,
Cared by the sea and protected by oyster,
How the diver ambitious and ruthless,
Dives deep, deep catches it
To be shaped and burnished,
To be pawned to the seller,
He in turn parts with another,
The pearl passes many a hand
Finally chances upon my band,
Emanates many a poem,
And many a story of past and the
Present, and a resplendent future,
Soothing me always the one wearing
The precious, a treasure which
I cherish it, a treasure to be prided upon,
Where no trifling and trading be done.