Alone With A Stone Poem by Nikunj Sharma
Alone With A Stone
Alone with a stone
As a child, at times
I was alone with a stone
Playing their god;
Selecting and discarding
Deciding on their role
The shapes and size;
Determining their goal.
Flat ones would travel and bounce;
Along the rivers’ face.
The sharp ones drew lines;
On the wall’s face.
There were one’s that made;
A screeching sound;
When forced hard
against the craggy ground.
And there was one
That the child used as weapon
To guard against the beast’s canine
And the one I can’t forget
That had hit my head divine.
Alone with the stone
I never thought
That they could be worshipped too
In temples they could find a place
To make your wishes come true
I never wondered
What made them skim?
On the rivers face
What made them stand?
As god, with heavenly grace.
A belief is all that takes
To make a god out of stone
Just think about it next time
When you are alone with a stone…
Nikunj, you begin with a child's play and his imagination and then go on to explore deeper meanings of life leaving the reader with a lot to reflect on. amazing write, it has such an effortless feel and rhythm. belief, curiosity and imagination play a vital role in life and our growth as human beings...10+++ Mamta
Is it not infusing our thoughts into the stone to get it reflected done from far away or near, soon or late as per the strength of our thoughts depending upon the quality of the stone male or female or neuter(napumsaka) ...to my knowledge, stones too respond and they too have quality or character....so why not making of gods....thanks for sharing this lovely piece
this made me smile while reading from the start all the way till the end, and for that alone this gets a 10..very well done..this is one of the many poems of yours that i really like, ,
Stones also have a certain charm and energy within for me.I especially liked these lines: 'Alone with the stone I never thought That they could be worshipped too In temples they could find a place To make your wishes come true...' Thanks for sharing with us. Yelena M.
Nikunj, i think you are my favorite poet that i've discovered in my short time with this website, this poem is really good, it's the type of poem that a person like me can only dream about writing, I know I said the other was my favorite, but I think this one takes the cake :) ~
Nikunj, I agree with Sonya and I think it is an amazing write and you have used imagination and philosophy to create this poem. It made me think of Stonhenge, the ancient site of stone circles in England. 10 love Karin
nikung....it is a beautiful poem of stones, which can transform our vision, that that stone can have life, if we put all our faith and energy, into believing that it is god.if one thinks, it is a stone, so be it.if one thinks god is that stone, so beit too.most temples in india have stone idols! faith does not wavers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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That was very very very well done. i smiled just imagining a little kid playing with stones. for there were about 4 little kids around the ages of 4 and 5 playing in the sand throwing rocks earlier while i went desperately crazy thinking the drought was over an it would rain. i miss the rain so much. but this poem was extremely well crafted it was one of your bests!