Sadia Tabassum
Precious crystals,
Once hidden deep into a corner-
Kept inside a gorgeous impervious box;
Made of mirror
And, sealed for months,
While its dark red crystals
Looked like..
Like they plundered the color of a thousand roses.
Ah! Beauty!
A glance can make you think-
Someone might have picked up those;
From the gardens of heavens.
Poor words!
Can’t explain that beauty.
Hours became months.
And the craving for those precious,
Just lost its way!