The Pearl In The String Poem by lalitha iyer

A string was lying sad and sly
she was withering hard and shy
slumbering all day and night
she started rusting without any delight

when the moon was shining up in the night
her tender ends will wag in plight
for she was alone and sadly at night
no one was there to tell her stories light.

days and months and years crept
the poor string was dusty and swept
by soil and stinking memories she slept
soon the lovely ring of a giggling pearl swept

and she woke up to feel the warmth of the tiny jewel
it was carried up by the breeze of twilight scent
softly and slyly, dancing upon the breast of the bent
the little bead attempted to send her lingering vent

The lifeless thread soon into golden aura strung
its drowsy head peeped into the new come glazing thing
As Spring into Winter, day into night, light found night
the empty string lit with the pearl glowed in eternal light.