cold night,
brooding silence,
the tavern was quiet
an old man sat like a
monument of past,
perhaps mulling over
what was left left behind;
an young man impatient
was sitting near
trapped by the weather
in this remote place,
fretting and fuming
cursing and complaining.
the moment:
world weary past
meeting the present
awaiting future.
the past was introspective
and patient, the future
impatient rash.
the past told in tones of
wisdom to present  dashing to future:
"she gave him a stone
the size of a pea,
a curious gift,telling him
'this is my heart'
he teased her and rudely smiled
as if she made a wrong move,
said,'this won't hold much water'
she was shocked, her eyes welled
from her broken heart she reacted:
"then, throw it away,if you please".
she walked away, in hurt
all her love and longing frozen in a minute,
didn't even turn back to see his face.
he threw it away, in a fit of whatever,
but it was there-
lying on the sand with a sad bright smile,
betrayed by the one who should have appreciated,
and seen the worth of a heart brimming with love.
a young lady came running after him
holding it in her hand and told
' what have you done,
this small diamond
values a fortune,
did you really have a look
to see what it is?"
with the diamond, now utterly useless,
in his hand he stood petrified,
like a man cheated by life.
i wish he looked clearly
at that moment, what was
in his hand"