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I’m not required to
boast myself
But I do humbly
submit myself
To find “Can you
exist yourself
Sans the presence
of myself?
I’m the so-called
bedrock
Absorbing the
entire shock.
O’er me rests the
earth’s crust,
Upon me you can
always trust.
As you’ve for
yourself an age
My life started
before Stone Age.
Is there a planet
minus my presence
Anywhere in the
entire Universe?
Tell me, how long I
can hold
The weight of my
surface overload?
To readjust myself
rarely I shake
That creates a
disastrous earthquake.
Around the earth,
I’m a stone vessel,
To hold the sea
from all the sides well,
And to save it from
the bottom fire
Burning inside the
earth’s core.
The rivers scrub my
back
To make bits of
sand stack
That spreads under
the seabed
And also builds up
the beachhead.
When I fuse with
any chemical
In odd shapes, I
look so colorful
To shine as stones
in precious jewel
Or to cut or
sharpen any tool.
Rubbing flint
stones starts a fire.
For laying road or
rail track anywhere.
You need me in
small pieces there
For the mile long
route to cover.
In the hands of a
sculpture
I undergo
tremendous torture
To bring into this
world anew
A wonderful piece
of statue.
I’m in the shape of
white marble,
Granite or Slate
stone in simple,
The bigger size of
me as boulders
Scattered alongside
the seashores.
As God I’m
worshiped.
Also as footsteps
I’m laid
But I don’t pay any
heed
To whatever way I’m
used.
I know in me
there’s no God
And He’s only in
your mind.
But to reach your
goal you find
Me a medium of some
kind.
The white marble of
Taj Mahal,
Or the granite
stone of any temple
Will speak how I’m
essential
To build such an
edifice so tall.
Either the tallest
Everest peak
Or the deep ocean
bottom Pacific,
For their shapes
I’m the cause
As they survive
o’er my base.
Jesus Christ saved
me from a sin
Once, as he told a
crowd of men
That a non-sinner
only can stone
To death the
prostitute woman.
They bowed their
heads down in shame
As sinners they
were, every one of them.
Thus the women was
saved from kill
‘Cause Jesus was so
kind and noble.
About me there’re
many things to tell,
But let me end here
at this level.
Don’t think I’m
only a stone dead,
But let this
message of mine be heard.
--- Rajaram
Ramachandran ---
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