THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Voice of a Stone To whom do I conform? Where do I advance from? Please give an account, and ease my trodden sense. Nobody hears me and feels me, but only uses me in their boastful way cutting and crushing into shapes. I know not my parents, or my guardian, All alone, I stay in mute sclerite. However, all around my kind live. I couldn’t bellow, nor go for a promenade, Only thing I can do is to close my eyes.
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