Stone - Poem by debendra lal
One day, a friend of mine
In a gloomy mood
Seeing a beautiful piece of granite
Being a piece of stone is
Far better than
This human life.
I did not utter a single word
And took him for a ride on my bike
To a lonely place
Far from the city
Where, amidst the shrill sounds of machines
Stones were being crushed.
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