The Worthless Pearl

This poem was the residuum of the romantic interludes of a sensitive heart eager to toddle in the vagaries of selfless love. The pain manifested in these lines stems mainly from the inadequacies and tribulations that contravened the cognition of genuine devoted love.

Crept into the oyster, a grain of sand,
And images of her into his barren mind.
Oyster was what she in this birth
For him life then became a quest for mirth.
She found it hard to remove the grain,
Couldn't he remove her memories in the drain.
Piercing pain was what they both felt
And not a heart did ever melt.
Nurtured she the grain with advance of time
Nurtured he, her memories without caring about time.
And time gifted them both with a pearl, ethereal
In him it was called love, that made unreal real.
Pearl was a drop of love with eternal elegance
Love was also a pearl with seraphic silence.
The pearl was priceless if or not acceptable
But love never had any value when unacceptable.
To get the pearl, natures admirers made her killed
And he slashed his mind which was really skilled
With time more precious became the real pearl
But just a prank of time was the worthless pearl.

January 2002