Alone with a stone
As a child, at times
I was alone with a stone
Playing their god;
Selecting and discarding
Deciding on their role
The shapes and size;
Determining their goal.
Flat ones would travel and bounce;
Along the rivers’ face.
The sharp ones drew lines;
On the wall’s face.
There were one’s that made;
A screeching sound;
When forced hard
against the craggy ground.
And there was one
That the child used as weapon
To guard against the beast’s canine
And the one I can’t forget
That had hit my head divine.
Alone with the stone
I never thought
That they could be worshipped too
In temples they could find a place
To make your wishes come true
I never wondered
What made them skim?
On the rivers face
What made them stand?
As god, with heavenly grace.
A belief is all that takes
To make a god out of stone
Just think about it next time
When you are alone with a stone…
Nikunj Sharma
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-with-a-stone/
