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A crowning glory: earth’s aquamarine tiara: A poem by Mousumee Baruah


A  porcelain face, flawless, breathtakingly beautiful.
She has a great camaraderie with everyone.
Given her any hues and she readily mixes with them.
She is transparent, a translucent per excellence.
Without her nature is like a ship without a rudder.
The sun finds great solace gazing at his reflection at her.
She made this hot star look extremely suave and calm and the sun couldn’t believe it that he can look so dapper and cool!
Now can the vivacious moon be far behind?
The elegant moon to have a close look at her silvery reflection, every full moon night at her.
She is indeed a  mirror to nature.
A soothing feeling, an urge that quenches souls thirst.
She is the only holy entry to the sanctum to wash deity’s lotus feet at every divine dawn.
Infants began their life, with her nectar drops being poured at their delicate lips.
An experienced soul sleeps to eternity with her holy drops being poured at their dry cold lips.
Come, folks! let us take a pledge.
Keep her crystal clean, no contamination,
pamper her, save her, keep her pristine.
It is our responsibility to hand over this priceless tiara to our next generation unadulterated pure.
She is indispensable to every living breath.
She enhances and multiplies the beauty of sublime earth as earth wears it in her forehead with pride.