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The emerald ring: A poem by Priya Washikar

The expert visited the Haveli
On a project for archaeology Chambers seeped in old traditions
He was in awe of its opulence

A photograph caught his fancy
Royally magnificent as can be
A glint held his attention
The Emerald Ring was all that he could see

In the photo was a royal lady
Depicting utmost grace
The news that was doing the rounds
She had disappeared last year without a trace

The months passed and his project was in the last stage.
Only a small area remained to be seen
Suddenly something unexpected halted
The progress of the excavation team

The Earth moved beneath his feet
Post that he couldn’t remember anything
They had excavated a skeleton
In its finger was the same Emerald Ring.