The Pebble - Poem by Sharad Rajimwale
I have put the pebble on your table
to remind you of
the fury of the torrents
that knocked it around
the jagged, rugged paths it tumbled along
the ferocity of heat and cold
the noisy, deafening rains that tossed it about and hammered it
It wasn't cradled and caressed
it was knocked and buffeted
it was chucked around and blown about
day and night--
till it attained the lovely shape you
the satin-smooth texture,
you love to feel
the gloss and shine everyone envies.
There it sits quiet.
I have put this pebble on your table
for all the reasons
that must make you admire it
and treasure it.
--- Sharad Rajimwale
10-08-2010; Jodhpur, India
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