I longed to know my worth,
I was part of a rubble-pile,
then, used as a stone in construction.
For ages, i was part of an edifice,
till it fell apart,
i lost my identity again.
An official found me by the way,
fancied my shape.. for use as paper weight.
I spent decades as burden on papers,
till the office was shut-down,
and i was sold as scrap.
A goldsmith passed-by the scrap-dealer,
he dusted me, his eyes sparkled.
He exchanged me for a gold coin,
scrap-dealer thrilled at good deal.
At last i was glad to know my worth,
I screamed-out in excitement -
Am i really worth a gold coin ?!!
Goldsmith smiled, "You are priceless !
The biggest raw diamond ever..
worth the whole universe !!"