A Carve

Nov 10, 2022

1 min read

By Supriya Bharti

A carve that you are

That, even a master sculpture

Would refrain from touching,

Fearing he might ruin it.

Imperfections, there will be,

But even the perfectionist

Cannot make it any better.

The gem that you are

That, even the gemologist

Would not be able to merit it.

By Supriya Bharti

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