On the right side of the river ,
Lies a broken stone , withered by the same layers that gave it home,
Blossoming sunshine and the same old backlit canopy ;
Resting on a faithless sanity , The stone would not complain,
Something stepped upon it , undignified , it lies there,
Still thinking about the broken past , it concludes that no-one cares...
Thats a lovely poem!!!
ReplyDeleteA stone has its own importance....u highlighted it!!