The Pebble And I Poem by Kalam Azad

The cold moon in the misty night
hovers over the smelly hills-
And by it, flows the pebble-deep spring
dazzled in leaf-thrown bliss
I Chanced upon it to be dived in-
deep and deep inside the thicket of woods
all seemed in its place where i should be
Even I am well cushioned beside the glows.

This is a moments panorama and then
there be another and another in procession
sometimes, I find myself here
And there next moment in succession

I, with all my sense and sensibility
go hand in hand with the inanimate pebble.
There is no difference between the pebble and me-
one takes the place of other in given moments only