Stoned By Sadness Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

Like a strong gale
Or destructive hail
The high tide of sadness
Made me tremble and feel so frail

I pursed my lips
Closed my eyes
Lest the tears
Made the tides further rise

Then I firmed myself
like a lifeless rock
Grounded and unmoved
While the storm, laughed at me
And mocked

With all my mite
I stayed upright
Turbulence of tornadoes
I know I could fight

Soon I will metamorphosis
Turn into a stone
Don't be surprised
At this tone

For a lifeless form
Can only face
All these storms
With unwavering grace