In the deepest realm of the blue ocean,
An oyster is nestling a pearl.
Cherishing it like a jewel,
Shrouded from this world so cruel.

Unaware of our nescient eyes,
The pearl is paining the little life.
She is an unsolicited intruder,
Hurting the soft body with her hardness,
- Like a serrated knife.

Her glam is not cherished,
Nor is paid heed by any creation.
It is despised by its holder,
And abhorred for being an agonizing friction.

The pearl is unwanted in its realm,
So she loathes over her fate.
More with her beauty as she swells,
Her holder mourns more,as greater it pales.

One day, the pearl saw a new world,
She was blinded by the lights so bright.
Her holder has parted with this world now-
The darkness she use to dwell in is gone forever.
But she belonged to that dear dome,
And thus she is left frightened being severed from her home.

The pearl was tossed from hand to hand,
And was now furbished with a sheen.
Her pulchritude was now glitzing with a smile,
And she was groomed into a dazzling preen.

One day, she was debossed on a golden bed,
And shrouded inside a gleaming case.
Deluge of orbs stared at her frame,
Plauses and adore -smeared on their faces.

On a sudden jovial day,
An alien hand picked her up,
And she was slided into a sturdy soft tube;
On the round golden bed, ethereal it looked.
The owner of the ring finger was idyllic with glee;
She stared at her hand with mirth and ecstasy.

Thus the pearl that was once abhorred,
Is now cherished like a queen.
For she is now treated with care-
Her bed so soft and walls so gleamed,
She was now apple of  an eye,
And treated with love and esteem.

Fortune is blind,
Fate is vague.
Never let the ship of your hope capsize;
For destiny is waiting,
To amortize the travails,
And cheer you with zing.