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!