When we were children, our mother taught us to collect relics of nature, amongst them were the Amethyst Rocks
Amethyst Rocks
Blue, mauve, purple crystalsEmbedded in grey rocks
Are strewn on the rocky hills
Of the sleepy town of Aurangabad
Where the ancient caves
Of five thousand years before Christ
Of Ajanta and Allora are carved
By the Buddhist monks and
Hindu ascetics of those times
Relics of timeless art, hidden in the
Stony belly of cool mysterious Earth
Tell the story of kings and queens
And their renunciation of material world
And the tales of common men; the
Unique manuscripts etched in the rocks
By mankind, leaving behind
A legacy of rich wealth
of aesthetic exquisiteness,
Of beauty, still unmatched...
And amongst these man-made wonders
Are scattered, the beautiful natural
Amethyst rocks, carved by the Nature's
Own wonderfully skilled hands-
By the hand of God himself!
I used to collect them then
As a child, and still have
A couple of them in my house
A reminder of those days
And of my mother, who instilled in us
This love of nature and encouraged us
To collect seemingly useless things like Seashells-
Natural relics of Nature-
The gems from mother Earth,
given to us for free
for us to recognize and see
the raw beauty of simple things like rocks.
To identify and appreciate beauty inside
Of anything or anyone
Beyond the obvious on the surface...
These rocks are the testimony of my
Childhood curiosity, my enthusiasm to learn
To know the mysteries of life
To create something of value
From seemingly innocuous thing around
To acknowledge them for what they're worth-
Little gifts from the ever-thrilling Nature...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
Picture: http://www.galleries.com/minerals/
gemstone/amethyst/amethyst.jpg
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2008-12-28 at 15:43
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