The Last Gift

In the crowded lanes,
Of the bustling city.
He kept searching,
for something,
that would glorify,
her alluring charm.
Something that will be,
like a missing diamond on a crown.
Wandering,
On the streets of the flea market,
his eyes fell,
on the palette of earrings,
hanging on a board.

#earrings #mumbaistreetmarket

Bewildered,
by the array of choices,
he closed his eyes,
envisioned her angelic face.
Choosing carefully,
he picked the one,
lying on the muslin cloth.
Holding it up,
in the sunlight,
he saw vestige of their,
fragile relationship,
in that exquisite,
Oxidized silver pair of chandbalis.
Paying with trembling hands,
he realized that,
this is, his last token of love,
to her.

PS: The idea of this poetry struck my mind when I saw a guy buying a pair of earrings in Colaba street market on my recent trip to Mumbai. I always find it fascinating when I see a man buying jewellery for a woman πŸ™‚

Note:Chandbali Earrings were originated during the Mughal or Nizam era in Hyderabad.

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30 thoughts on “The Last Gift

      1. Oh that’s cool 😎 I thought you were talking about your gf πŸ˜‰ my bad you were talking about your sis πŸ˜‰ my poem was in context with lovers 😁 but I like it when guys buy jewellery for the women in their life be it their mother , sister or partner 😁

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