Yes !We live in a world!
With many worlds lost within!
Of countless beads and pearls,
And colorful gems of stone!
Where each little one had it's claim!
A claim to be a world of its own!
With its own little brilliance,
With its own drop of tear,
Shining with brilliance,faded by fear,
For a fear very near to it's soul!
To be discounted, to be a part of the whole.

Will it ?or will it not?be noticed?
In that famed necklace of pride!
Will it remain with friends and lovers!
Or pass on to a passerby!
Who would sense for a moment ..
And guess a price!
A price for, and like,a spark of thought!
An instant value for a painstaking skill!
With a longing wish of souls in stones,
With a world of it's wishful will.
As the needled thread picked them up,
All the pearls ,beads and stones
The little worlds with their differences hang!
With a hole in their hearts,without holding hands!
In a necklace none of them could own!

© Avik Datta Gupta