Jay Gandhi


Stone - Poem by Jay Gandhi

Stone

Sometimes, skiing unperturbed with the merry waves.
Sometimes, at peace resting on the concrete ground.
Sometimes, sleeping lazily at the corner of the drain.

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, hurled to announce the deep-set hatred.
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.
And sometimes, the stone wonders back.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 26, 2014


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