None can understand what conspires in the soul of a rock
From the pinnacle of the Himalayas to the deepest core of Earth
Layers and layers of suppressed emotions
Who are we to put a price or measure their value?
Traded with disdain as a piece of rock determine status
Hearts cannot fathom the stories of rocks
Maybe they weren’t supposed to be unearthed
They can sure intimidate us and start a power struggle
When rocks meditate or are carefully crafted by erosion
Deep down, the molten rocks flow like a tranquil river
Life is etched on stones in Universe’s ciphers
With careful craftsmanship, they transform into ceremonial pieces
Without their consent invading their territory
Shaping their destiny with chisels- Geology to Gemology
Shattering them to pieces for our convenience
Even rocks aren’t spared to display the designs of humanity
They can sure help breach the sanctity of kindness
Sharp and untamed pieces can inflict wounds and demarcate
So many premises are there to stonewall feelings
Stymied world can never comprehend nature and its purpose
Rudimentary ideas are still in vogue©
Really beautiful poem. Loved it.
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Thank you so much.
Wishing you a wonderful day! 🙂
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What a beautiful poem! Rocks tend to flow in and out of my life, their stories intrigue me and bring a precious touch of nature inside…
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Thank you so much.
Rocks are really intriguing. The stillness and meditative silence have this attractive aura and with touch, it passes on an untold story. Nature’s stories we won’t comprehend if we cannot focus.
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