Precious

Born out of eyes,

She was raised, by hunger and fear.

As she got used to, the environment,

She adapted to emotions,

With time, she got matured,

And limited her appearance,

For the special ones and on a special occasion.

As she grew old, she appeared for want of love and affection rather than physical pain.

And when her, root rested in peace, she belonged to others, to reflect their love