Years passed long...
Generations changed...
Civilization took birth!
Life style improved,
Superstitious believes toppled down...
But, Ancient customs of looking down a sect, still persist!
Pity on those hard rocks!
Being haven't moulded with time.
A bouquet of flowers for those unmelted rocks!
Queeny Gona
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hard-rocks/
