When we were children, our mother taught us to collect relics of nature, amongst them were the Amethyst Rocks

Amethyst Rocks

Blue, mauve, purple crystals
Embedded in grey rocks
Are strewn on the rocky hills
Of the sleepy town of Aurangabad
Where the ancient caves
Of five thousand years before Christ
Of Ajanta and Allora are carved
By the Buddhist monks and
Hindu ascetics of those times

Relics of timeless art, hidden in the
Stony belly of cool mysterious Earth
Tell the story of kings and queens
And their renunciation of material world
And the tales of common men; the
Unique manuscripts etched in the rocks
By mankind, leaving behind
A legacy of rich wealth
of aesthetic exquisiteness,
Of beauty, still unmatched...

And amongst these man-made wonders
Are scattered, the beautiful natural
Amethyst rocks, carved by the Nature's
Own wonderfully skilled hands-
By the hand of God himself!

I used to collect them then
As a child, and still have
A couple of them in my house
A reminder of those days
And of my mother, who instilled in us
This love of nature and encouraged us
To collect seemingly useless things like Seashells-

Natural relics of Nature-
The gems from mother Earth,
given to us for free
for us to recognize and see
the raw beauty of simple things like rocks.
To identify and appreciate beauty inside
Of anything or anyone
Beyond the obvious on the surface...

These rocks are the testimony of my
Childhood curiosity, my enthusiasm to learn
To know the mysteries of life
To create something of value
From seemingly innocuous thing around
To acknowledge them for what they're worth-
Little gifts from the ever-thrilling Nature...

Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright : Zoya Zaidi

Picture: http://www.galleries.com/minerals/

Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2008-12-28 at 15:43

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I love your little gifts.

Kshiti Dubey
Quite a long time since you've written a poem but you still haven't lost you're golden touch!

Beautiful poem and loved it so much, brought childhood memories back to me:

When I was 12 or 13 years old we moved to the other side of town, which seemed so far away for me, starting a new school, making new friends, what made me happy in those times of settling in was I found a large Amethyst probably as big as the one in the picture. Unbeknown to me being a child what is was, it just looked like a pretty stone, it was buried so therefore at the time I didn't think it was valuable. I just hammered away at it and tried to make stones for my ring and in the end I wrecked it.

My favourite gems!

I do so agree with everything you say here about the stones of our earth and every natural structure on our planet, so much pure art all around us, it just take the eye of the poet to bring it to our eyes and file....thank you for this beautiful view of our world and thanks to those who shaped the treasures before us...

Smiling at you, wishing you a highly creative 2009