The Diamond

I met a diamond in the rough; it was deeply clenched by the hand of a hard rock and had other rock-like stains plastered on it. As soon as my eyes fell onto it my heart too fell for it; for I realized the purity that lies within it, Now engrossed with passion and fuelled by determination, eager I am to sculpt the diamond and make it pure and polish it to its fullest potential. Alas, sadly and unfortunately the stubborn rock that clasped it thought it was the possessor of the diamond and clasped it even more tightly. The rock then said, “you’re not good enough to even lay eyes one the diamond!”  Ignoring the rock’s cry, I tried to get the diamond away from the rock, though every time I do so I get pushed backwards violently by the rock. Now the diamond too is confounded by the rock that has been clenching it ever since it knew life. The diamond now perplexed and uncertain.

Though engulfed by dark clouds and though, weak and poor and unpolished myself;

even without any tools I would use my bare hands to unearth the diamond from the rock. For the diamond deserves to be loved, to be in ease and has the right to breathe the free breeze.