A Raw DiamondA Poem by Sumit GangulyA rustic lass of early teens black stones are laid on a mat ‘See, the stones can cut glass sheets, all are genuine raw diamonds, buy now or you miss a gem, going cheap at two dimes each.' Her face is dirty, attire shabby, hair unkempt, eyes sunny, around the dullness, monotone a tulip slowly unfurls petals.. She holds the reins of little brothers a pair of kids in birthday suits. Has the mother left her shadow to teach the tricks of steering life? I’ve bought a little piece kept it in my glass show case a simple, uncut, glittering stone memoir of a youth to be. 7th Nov. 2016
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Added on November 7, 2016 Last Updated on November 7, 2016 AuthorSumit GangulyKolkata, South Asia, IndiaAboutDevoted to writing. Occupation-Retired. more..Writing
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