There was a stone
A shiny and a hard to find stone
An exquisite stone
A stone that was wanted by many
But only few could obtain it
Then there was this girl
Maybe a girl of our age,
Or a girl who is younger,
Or maybe she’s older
No one certainly knows.
But this girl,
Normal and a not so extraordinary
Wants the stone
She desires to get the shiny and the hard stone.
And she is eager to grab it.
But people, being people
Always try to degrade her
Exhausting all means to pull her down
Making her feel that she’s nothing but a worthless soul.
Unworthy to get hold of the stone.
So this girl stumbled
She tripped and tripped over and over again.
Falling down a number of times
So we could never imagine how horrible it is.
To be alone, she’s no island
Despite this, she stood up
Unmindful of bruises and scars in her face
In her smile, hope, and passion radiate
She utters; “I may fell down a thousand times but I will always stand up a thousand and one times.”
After a countless attempts she stooped down
To seize the shiny and exquisite stone.
The stone that was wanted by many was now on her hands
Everybody was flabbergasted
No one saw it coming
Everybody asked, “How did you do it?”
And “What was your secret?”
To this, she replied; “My Passion.”
Who is this girl?
Could this be you?
Or anyone who desires to be like her
You could be the girl who had the passion.
The passion for an exquisite stone, just like your dreams.