Diamond does not find its worth
Man may not know about him till his death
He will hear good words only after departure
Some sense of satisfaction for sure
Stone becomes precious
When polished continuous
Seen from all angles for durability
Real jeweler knows the market quality
Even gold has to be put in fire
To burn impurity and bring shine
The real worth is brought to credit
The gold has found its place in fleet
Diamond does not find its worth Man may not know about him till his death
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