(168) Diamond Ring

My first diamond ring,
As a lovely gift I got;
I wore it for long,
And I loved it a lot..

Crisply curved thin band,
With three stones on it;
It adored my finger well,
Oh certainly it did!

Since morning I did check,
My finger hundred times;
I felt something was missing,
Fault was surely mine..

I had been so much used to,
Wearing it on my hand;
It became a part of me,
More than just a band..

However, it's not good,
To get so much engrossed;
Neither with man,nor mania,
All does melt like frosts..

I put it off my finger,
With some notion yesterday;
Let me see, how it feels,
Without it anyway...