Whostandsstrong? Poem by Indira Renganathan

Beaten to golden glisten by the sun
He can sheenmoonlit too well in the night
What if a small stone just rolls away from the sun
Shelters itself shady under the biggie's might

The boulder's fate, it's disturbed and toppled
Rolls down and down the slope to end crumbled
In anxiety the little stone too fast falls down
Oh, bad luck, it gets flipped off to vanish and frown

The hill shows its concern in self pity
Says'oh, my crown of beauty is now gone
How will I gain him back to my steepled beauty
Who crowned me showering all his luminance on'

A sand grain then says'lucky I'm this way
Tiny though I too can sheen night and day'