Hey Rock!
You are standing still
in the barren land
where no one is to take care
Sun, rain, thunder and storm
all you're facing alone
in the barren land
as if punished for any curse;
you relish all seasons equally
in the torment world
where everyone is prey
for everyone.
Man has to perform penance for years together before he could attain the stage of Sthitpradnya (Stoic) . On the other hand almighty nature has bestowed that quality on Rock and directed it to perform penance till eternity. Nice write. Enjoyed the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seasons! With the muse of nature. Nice work.