Life of A Stone
Even the stones
Lying secluded in the murky corners
Of the gardens and houses
Have tears;
The only difference being
That they have learnt
Not to shed them
Openly!
They sob, weep and wail
In the darkness of the veil of night,
Hidden from everyone.
A few,
Unable to cope up with the harshness
Disintegrate into mud,
Others are feeble hearted
And they often wait
With their bodies, like Ahalya,
For some Rama to come,
Touch them
And liberate them;
However, the stronger ones
Unshackle themselves from their agonies
By becoming Rama themselves!
Even the stones
Lying secluded in the murky corners
Of the gardens and houses
Have tears;
The only difference being
That they have learnt
Not to shed them
Openly!
They sob, weep and wail
In the darkness of the veil of night,
Hidden from everyone.
A few,
Unable to cope up with the harshness
Disintegrate into mud,
Others are feeble hearted
And they often wait
With their bodies, like Ahalya,
For some Rama to come,
Touch them
And liberate them;
However, the stronger ones
Unshackle themselves from their agonies
By becoming Rama themselves!
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