The Magic Stone Poem by Tushar Ray

For ages it has been told
A rare stone is buried in the sand
That turns iron into pure gold
Instantly by a touch,
And whether you believe it or not
The legend goes as follows

The ocean is well-known
As an endless source of rare stone
So a man decides to seek sandy beach
In search of the legendary Magic Stone
When he took a rod of iron
As a taster of the touchstone
So with that he could check out
By flashing touch in gem seeking mission

So his search went along
For months together on the beach front
Patiently checking out each sandy plot
By his handheld gold-taster
And as the time went along
He began to suffer from growing suspicion
Without a sign of magic stone so far
Yet, not enough for a skeptic to quit mission

Continuing the hunt with a worried mind
At times careless of the job on hand
He passed many a time in habitual mode
Often unmindful of the test outcome

Suddenly he took notice of his rod:
Lo and behold!
The rod turned into a sparkling gold,
Having no idea about when it happened
So whereabouts of the magic stone
Remained hidden
But at least he was certain then
On the reality of the elusive gem stone
And was his biggest consolation

As legend goes, the man's search went on
Couldn't stop till the very end of his day
Always trusting, he will find in time someday!