An ordinary ring it was,
yet shiny.
The moment l saw,
l fell for it.
It wasnt a ring bought from the jeweller
My parents didnt bring it
nor did my friends
nor relatives
nor cousins,
l just found it
accidentally.
And since then
it was always with me.
The ones made up of diamonds
and gold
could not tempt me
because it was
indispensible.
But that day
it danced up and down
on my finger,
impatient
to be set free.
The succeeding night
it quietly slipped
during my dormancy
probably into some other
befitting hand.
With the break of dawn
I ransacked the place
but in vain.
My fingers were bare
and so was my heart.
Some brought me another one
The one made up of diamonds
and gold.
Its embrace was elegant
that made me look radiant.
But then
a week later,
l found the old one
in the porch
Less shiny than the one holding me
yet seemed
indispensible.
I strived to pull out the new one
but it was
immovable.
It took me hours
to finally succeed
But even my bare fingers
were red
and affected
restricting accessorisation.
So my ring was taken away.
And if believed the hearsay
it was washed and polished
making it
shiny again
The moment she saw it
she fell for it
and since then
its always with her.