The Stone Unturned Poem by Kamal Prashar

A hundred things of mourning says

The Stone remained in bed of roses

To Them it hails its silent phase

A tale of long from time of Moses



"Been long I stay by Clock's dark shades

His portrait appeared in different poses

No crop for food or drop for maize

To be or not, a Noble chooses



The taking of Globe with cuts and spades

A moment of peace in Times' hoses?

O' Man of god your memory fades

A history you wrote in different proses



Justs no war as rich man's maids

Forever the door of peace it closes

A Man no Kind, it needs no praise

By a time of Sword and Bombs it loses"