Rock  muses.

                            I am impenetrable,  ageless,

                            Like   Maya’s doings or undoing.

                           Every flashy  splash, frothy gear

                          Rolling  crab  and crank by  the

                           Sand  dunes, touch  and negate.

                           I see  Shiva  with  His wary  eyes

                           Move less  midst  the manes.

                           His  celestial  locks   playing  on

                           The  body of  curvatures.