Better to be a pebble or a stone.
Yonder in the beach, I spot a shimmering
pebble , does not wear a
Paranoid ambition, rolls and tumbles
and not turgid, Succumbs to splashes,
white , foamy, lathered, sounding a ghastly siren,
what does it matter for the globular pebble,
I see it embedded on the sandy dunes ,
no angst of sorrowed despondency , nor
redoubled jubilation, it is born with
The ageless age, lives with the corroding times,
imbibes the synergy, yet stable and stubborn
in its spectrum of cave.
Monday, July 19, 2010
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