Musing 44 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Charcoal when in fire assumes red,
Looking a finery with glowing beauty intense
Driven out the cold, comforting both,
But looked upon an item of human necessity
To warm up the room and cooking food.
How a precious being feeding the satieties for ages
Fueling out the vital poweres in its soul hidden.
Diamond in all blacken form known sleeping in earth underneath
For years unreckoned, waking up not till be extracted from coal pit,
Transforming to tempting look, excerbates the fire within.