Stone Poem by shakil ahmed

Stone

I love a piece of stone
To forget the feelings that I am alone
It's a different stone that doesn't melt
It's warmth can never be felt
It's a hard stone made of rock
After frequent persuasion, it doesn't talk
I try to melt the stone with drops of tears
In a state of untold panic and fears
Tears wash the stone - giving a message of love
But it doesn't change - even after frequent washing.
I am an obstinate with unending courage.
I won't surrender, though it is tough.
I will become a hammer, made of iron
And with a hard blow, I will break the stone.