Sometimes I see stones
In your face
In your heart
In your stomach
In gallbladder, dear.
Some other times
I see stones
While doing business
While working in offices
White teaching student
While talking to stars
In vast sky.
Always stones are hard
I have not told anybody
At any time, I have seen stones water
In stone sea, though.
I live with stones
But I love not.
To the moon
I heard stones road is there.
The cow boys of village
Told once to accompany them
To the city of stones.
The black clouds, all
Appeared in the evening to
Express their anger.
I fear
And I fear not death
But I fear life
Sometimes here
In this jungle of stones.
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