Pick up the stone as you walk in the sand
pick up as you try to reach the end
the stones are from days of yore
it may be of dinosaurs or life long before
each tell a story of journeys taken
some smooth and some shaken.
I can not tell you which one to choose
hundreds lie along the path of view
some hidden and some calling for you
Feel the wave in your feet
feel the warmth of sunset
let your shadow grow longer
as you walk to your path a bit longer
wondering why the stones matter.
I gave you two stones long before
when we walked together on the beach
you did not know the journey it had taken
you were too young to think for a second.
you threw one into the ocean
gave me other to do the same
I told you it will come back when you grow up
all the love contained from yesteryears
I am not walking with you this time
but do pick up a stone from the sand
feel it; let it go back to the ocean again
to come back with memories of unknown journeys
Icarried back the stone you gave me of long before
to remindthe path we have taken.
but now I have left it in your desk
for you to throw back into ocean.
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A good start with a nice poem, Prasanta. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.