A pearl is born - Aparna Ganguly

An oyster won’t craft a pearl so bright,

Unless it faces a wound or slight.

A grain of sand, a tiny pest,

Invades its shell, disturbs its rest.

To shield itself, it coats with care,

Layer by layer,

smooth and rare.

Through time and pain, the pearl is spun,

A gleaming gem when all is done.

From hurt and trials,

beauty grows,

A lesson nature softly shows.

The more the pearls, the more the grace,

Adversity can be embraced.

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Aparna Ganguly works as Director of Marketing during daytime. She also loves poetry, painting, singing, MC-ing, and lately has been dabbling in theater in English, Bengali, and Hindi.