Story of the Stone

Deep inside the quarry

When I wasn’t alone

I had a family

Pebbles Rock and Stone

No issues no query

Was in the quarry

One day he came

With diggers and dumpers

With crawlers and crane

Hammered me crushed me

It was agony

It was pain

With crawlers and crane

For the comfort of elite

They crushed

Made me pebbles and dust

Was tempered with tar

To be path for elite

So they can go far

I was tempered with tar

I was red I was blue

Some opaque

And some see through

I was yellow I was green

Abundant and some unseen

I was precious for all of them

They called me gem

They blamed

Crime robbery and theft

I was cause for the spread

I wanted bloodshed

I was hanged in gold chains

Innocent I plead

Cause was there never ending greed

In the time of famine

I was offered bread and butter

They prayed for better

As I was the lord

Crafted in the stone

Poor was left on their own

As I was god made of stone

Neither can I eat nor smell

Why offer me bread and butter

Give it to your own

Why let the needy

Suffer from hunger

Leave me alone

I am no god

I am just a stone

: Shashiprakash Saini