I lay on this shore benumbed,
Along with many peccable hard rocks
Some are near and some are around me
Some stones I see there as pebbles
Far from my horizon
When my feelings wounding me
Like the surge of waves,
To be born as a pebble,
As I am one of them, the hard rock.
I would be great, to have protection from the world. Great poem, I love the imagery.
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My feelings wounding me like the surge of waves, To become a pebble, As I am one of them, the hard rock. You dear vipins you spoke truth as we all are shriveled up inside the nut. Sometimes other shape us in that way. yet some other by nature human beings are like that I suppose. Anyway, Many congratulation for the philosopher in you. Great going chum, sure you are soaring high above in the sky. I hope you write some more poems like this. Good work with perfect rating 10+++++