A young son died in a car crash
Who was a diamond to his family
Though rough with a flaw and little rash
But better be a diamond with fallacy.
Than be a pebble without a flaw.
The father had his son’s body consumed
And laid him to peace eternally
Preserving his ashes as a memory though
The only remnants remaining to his gloom
To console the family mentally.
The grieving father thought over and over
Never giving up the hope
To get some solid remnants forever
Though he knew, there’s no scope
One blessed morning an idea occurred
As he has preserved the ashes of his son
He thought what after all what is a diamond,
A chunk of coal that is made under pressure.
His enthusiasm grew, he murmured 'it’s done".
I am going to get back my diamond.
To create synthetic diamonds
What’s needed, is the carbon to flow
Enough in the ashes of the father’s diamond
As intense pressure and heat for a volcano.
The family in grief, but with a hope
That they will get his remnants
In the solid form to cherish his memory
They did get it fulfilling the hope
Their diamond’s remnants
Turned into Remembrance Diamond as treasury.
**Based on a recent event**
Form: English Ode
Dr. Ram Mehta
Tenth Place win
Contest: Any poem by Skat