Sitting atop an endless high,
unmoved in its stance,
the stone stays perfectly still,
bound well by its chance....
Nothing special about this stone,
its not too round, not too tall,
neither is it too rustic to be,
nor too fascinating so as to enthrall...
Passed by many a times,
unnoticed its presence goes,
how many rains it has seen,
how many more, no one knows.....
Its nature in complete harmony,
to the winter cold around,
icy to its very core,
celebrating life, in a lifeless abound.....
Yet it stands in its unmoved wake,
hoping that a day will come,
when it will miss its dying cold,
& no more will it be forlornly numb.....
- Abhijit Kurve
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