Babbit of abalones,
Containing lots of them;
Enough of them though have cracks.
Few of them are too shinny to glare,
Good enough to back your stare.
Huge enough to hold in a pocket,
Inspires you to use as a locket.
Jackpots here you make with a piece,
Kaolin cannot spread such grease.
Lovely thy tender nature, lovely thy soul,
Marvelous tender-hearted like a poor mule.
Nature of your structure edifies you to hide,
Optimistic you are enough reasoned that might.
Queenly looked oh Royal Abalones!
Risen dramatically from the sea bed alone.
Stains cannot pollute your beauty of the shell,
Tough to surpass it by any jewel.
Unrivaled it is what’s yours inside,
Veil of yours kept it hide.
When you open yourself, it’s beyond
X-ray, somehow like Xerox of heart,
You’re just yourself
Zenana of enlightened ray- heavenly and smart!
Copyright © Tasmina Hayat Khan | Year Posted 2015