Am I Stone? Poem by Neela Nath Das

No disdainful expression
touches my heart,
when you hurt me or pretend
to kick your acidic emotion out.
But, believe me,
I love to protest!
Petulant, one may say.
But, for you I turn me into a stone!
Perhaps, I also started
believing I'm a stone
or inanimate object
whom you can treat
as you wish to.....
Sometimes, you give big hands,
sometimes you mock,
sometimes, you vomit your anger, hatred,
so on and so forth!
You hack my soul.
You dance holding my destiny
on your atrocious hands.
Am I stone?
Hear me- - - - - -
I feel still now,
you do all this,
because, you know,
I'm there,
very near
and will be
ever.....