pellucid lanterns of the mines,
The geode rocks,
Juxtaposed with the carnelian rhodonite
A shimmering exuberance,
Yet basking in qualm
Exiled below, quaint misgivings
crawl deep, shards
Arise,and fractures appear.
Rocks remain rocks
And those donned dainty,
Yet,on the precipice of tension,
Gems emerge; with every
touch of the polishing stone,
Chips and stones turn dust
And jewel takes form.
The shilpi unrepentant on the lapid
An esoteric journey,
Fraught with vexing reservation.
What remains, remains
An exemplar paragon of creation;
And so is the semblance up above.