I throw you into ponds
Though I know you cannot swim
You cannot fly, yet I throw you into the sky
To make you learn but a stone does not learn
Swimming, flying, walking, floating,
It learns nothing, I leave you to die
But you choose to live; the best learning
Of life is to you how to survive
The hostile weather, against all odds
Remaining the same, a stone remains a stone
No emotion of the world can touch it
The survival trick of it is its firmness
And in this world of emotional blackmailing
I become a student and you my guru
A lot I learn about life from you.
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