veerendra nath mittal
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I heard the lament of a stepping stone
Whisper in the ears of an idol in a temple
They all tread on me and trample
Day in day out, I keep crying alone
Witness people bring alms and place
While you are on the altar placed
Aren’t we both of the same stuff made?
Yet they bow down to you in your face
I bore with patience the hard knocks
Of the sculptor’s chisel on my body and face
While you were impatient to be laid
As stepping stone of the un-carved rocks.