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The Gift Box
I was handed a beautiful gift box
On my twentieth birthday.
A bold scripted message was waving me to the right.
It was beautiful!
The gift box sat proudly,
Covered with designer wrapping paper,
Topped with strawberry pink and white ribbons
Throughout the party.
In solitude, I tore open the wrapper,
with strawberry pink and white ribbons
and exclaimed at the rare velvet box.
It was green, not red and I loved it.
But wait, there was more,
a tiny, fragile, precious stone!
I sighed, “Alas no one could see that at the party.”
For everyone was busy admiring the wrapping paper.
The metaphor hits hard.
The clothes we wear
Defines the ‘velvet box’
Not the precious stone, the divine soul.
Copyright ©
Vandana Vikashni Nath
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