A coal black stone,
Sat all alone,
In a corner,
Scared of being,
Seen or known.
It never came out,
Ashamed to face the others,
The shiny pebbles,
Who were oft chosen,
But the black one was kicked around.
One fine morning,
A man came by,
Parting all the pebbles,
To find the one,
Hiding in the dark.
The scared black stone,
Shivered in the man's grip,
As it saw a shiny stone,
Cut at its edges,
Little by little.
It was excruciating,
But slowly it realized,
It was changing,
And finally saw itself,
A rare diamond in the mirror.
Many a times we feel that our looks define us, and we feel we aren't pretty enough for society's specified guidelines of beauty. Half the time this inferiority is only in our head but sometimes it is a reality for those being made fun of. But let me tell you, each person is created in the image of God. We have no right to judge others or our own self based on appearance. Whatever color, caste, creed, nationality or race you may belong to, God has a specific plan and purpose for you.
Remember, you are a diamond in the making.
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