Stone, I do admit,
Yes it is a stone.
And you are in love
with it, that I know.
It is not that stone
that I am searching
from my very birth,
It is not that stone
to whom I am going
leaving all that are with me.
Forget that I am telling
about a stone that is not here,
Forget not it is that stone
in which you are taking shelter.
Yes! A stone will be the only shelter! But one keeps forgetting.... Loved it!
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Beautiful and superb write. That Stone is our only leaning. Thanks for sharing.