A poem dedicated to our beautiful mami, aka detective MR, aka Manorama Bond...She has always been an amazing character, with a sharp tongue and a heart of gold...n like every1 in the forum I too would like take part in praising her and giving her the credit she deserves in my own way...
There is an age old saying that warns the naive
'all that glitters is not gold'
But sometimes
What seems at surface gawdy n glittery
Is the purest of all golds.
It is uninviting and one often misjudges it
But when you weigh it
You find it is pure and solid,
24 carrot gold.
No other stone can come close to its galore
For when it melts
It takes everything in its embrace
Making all a part of its glamour.
It does not think twice
But sacrifices itself
To strengthen, adorn and nourish
Its master
Thus proving its worth
And showing its valour.
And so all that glitters may not be gold
But in your caution do not be quick to overlook that which is.
Sports
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
