It sat there with face down.
The rays were warming up.
It burned under the cruel sun.
Didn't utter a single complain.
Its mistake was it didn't breathe.
It was the dead creation of god.
It was the road side 'stone'.
It ws a lifeless piece of rock.
River water spatter it again.
Came there an old gray haired lady.
The rays were warming up.
It burned under the cruel sun.
Didn't utter a single complain.
Its mistake was it didn't breathe.
It was the dead creation of god.
It was the road side 'stone'.
It ws a lifeless piece of rock.
River water spatter it again.
Still they say it didn't drink.
It woke up rinsing its eye in suprise.
It was among vivid beautiful organisms.
Harmed they each other but it remained unharmed.
Still it wanted to be among those breathing creations.
It knew it was just a wet river side 'stone'.
It was a lifeless piece of rock.
It was a lifeless piece of rock.
It silently jumped high in pain.
Fell amidst the garbage scattered.
Thought it why the child cried.
It earnestly prayed for a single second life.
Unaware was it of the bitterness being alive.
Cause it was the tiny pebble 'stone'.
It was a lifeless piece of rock.
Came there an old gray haired lady.
She caressed it like her only dead child.
Cried she but silent tears.
She narrated all the pains suffered.
Listening was it; though dead.
Thanked almighty for not being alive.
It was the caressed 'stone'.
It was a lifeless piece of rock.
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