Post by Jay Gandhi (engineering poet!) on Nov 27, 2013 12:22:55 GMT -5
Stone
Sometimes bathing in the angry tides of the listless sea
Sometimes peacefully resting on the concrete ground
Sometimes skiing unperturbed with the merry waves
Sometimes sleeping lazily at the corner of the drain
Sometimes hurled to portray the simmering hatred
Sometimes etched upon to signify someone's love
Sometimes buried amidst the red lava of volcanoes
Sometimes engraved for life in a pillar of the building
Sometimes worshiped and showered with the milk
Sometimes kicked and abused to alleviate frustrations
Sometimes working overtime to impart the luck
Sometimes cursed upon and burnt in a fit of rage
Sometimes the paperweight, sometimes the M-seal
Sometimes the cricket stump, sometimes the drain lid...
Sometimes we wonder that the stone is so lifeless
Sometimes the stone wonders how we are so similar
Sometimes bathing in the angry tides of the listless sea
Sometimes peacefully resting on the concrete ground
Sometimes skiing unperturbed with the merry waves
Sometimes sleeping lazily at the corner of the drain
Sometimes hurled to portray the simmering hatred
Sometimes etched upon to signify someone's love
Sometimes buried amidst the red lava of volcanoes
Sometimes engraved for life in a pillar of the building
Sometimes worshiped and showered with the milk
Sometimes kicked and abused to alleviate frustrations
Sometimes working overtime to impart the luck
Sometimes cursed upon and burnt in a fit of rage
Sometimes the paperweight, sometimes the M-seal
Sometimes the cricket stump, sometimes the drain lid...
Sometimes we wonder that the stone is so lifeless
Sometimes the stone wonders how we are so similar
