The Pebbles Poem by Akshita Bindal

Ouch, it hurts, my foot, said the voice
Oh, the pebbles.

My eyes, it hurts, said that twice,
Oh, the pebbles.

My head, who threw it thrice
Not again, the pebbles.

Wow, there in the pond, numerous ripples
Thrown, the pebbles.

Held in hands, smoothened the sharp edges
Again, the pebbles.

Transparent waters, multiple colours
Beautiful, the pebbles.

Pained, again and again by waves,
Rocks, destined pebbles.

Complain of the saline waves,
Lets be free, the pebbles.