The Ring Not Her Own But Hers

Bounded by the sense of disbeliefs

amid friendship or any-

the spurs of the moment queried

on the worn glittering gold ring;

The laughter giggles from within

as this my dear friend admitted

that it was not hers! ...

But it was off-handed by a kin or so

whose interest was the spectacle:

By the play of men it suddenly glittered

amid the joyful shouts and merries!

But, who could it be among them

or it just flew out off finger's reach?

It mattered not to who it may be

as the keen eyes shot at the ring

by the courtyard bounded by men.

Now, I see it worn by a naked finger

to her delight the venturer's cry

shut by the eyes of the beholder:

Why? Ask not to me but hers, Sarah!

This poem was declared as one of the semi-finalists in May 2002 International Open Poetry Contest and published in an anthology entitled, "LETTERS FROM THE SOUL", Library of Congress, ISBN-0-7951-5160-8.