A small
stone fallen from the great rocky mountains,
Insignificant,
repulsive and brittle with razor-sharp edges.
It was
cursed, then stranded and ultimately... forgotten,
Rusted
under the dark clouds among the weedy hedges.
It lived in
a world so cruel that the rains never poured,
Neither a
flower, nor a bird; not a thing of beauty was adored.
The sun
never opened his eyes to bless this dejected piece of rock,
Thus, even
in the haunted stillness, the leaves trembled in shock.
It was
proclaimed, "The stone does not deserve to be here!"
Unable to
withstand its presence, the stone was thrown away.
To a place
that was never known - infested with peril and fear -
An ugly
festering face of mercy that nature can possibly display.
It was a new world where time always crawled like a snail;
Scorching
days never came to an end, nor did the miserable nights.
Tormenting
years prolonged forever, just like an endless tragic tale,
Storms got
increasingly fierce making the seas explode with huge tides.
Rains
poured mercilessly hard and the drops shot like arrows,
Spearheaded
by bolts of fury blistering from those volcanic clouds.
It was
fated for the stone to endure these immortal pangs of sorrow,
And face
the wrath of nature being wrapped in blazing shrouds.
The stone
didn't get ornamented despite all the act of terror,
Neither did
it shatter, nor did the sharp edges become slick.
But, all
the unrelenting dirt got peeled off in the sight of horror,
And got
transformed into a gem that was once regarded as sick.
This marked
the gem's show of real power and splendor!
Then it was
time for this new world to reveal its true self:
It was a
planet meant only for such gems to twinkle and prosper;
A star of
everlasting radiance; a self-sustaining galaxy all by itself!
The world
that abandoned the stone was stunned!
To see it
as a priceless gem that was once shunned.
It was
indeed a miracle to see the sun open his eyes,
As he
couldn't stand its beaming rays piercing the skies.
The world
in which the gem was battered and discouraged
Always made
sure this enchanting beauty was kept unseen.
But the
boon was guarded safely within from being ravaged
Waiting to
be unveiled from the darkest abyss ever seen.
The stone
was indeed undeserved to be in that world of scorn,
For it was
destined to stand alone and outshine as a scion of Victory.
The wait
must come to an end; the day of reckoning must dawn
As the gem
was born to be the beacon of Excellence and Glory.
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