If I Were Not a Piece of Pebble

This world is very rough and has edges which are very sharp Upon doing a little mistake you will be harmed immensely Or pull you down and cut you into sizes As they don’t know forgiveness nor they know revenge is a bloody word All these things happen because of their immaturity and For the ignorance that they nurture a lot Trees, flowers and rain shout at me and say I am wrong I tell them I have a strong desire And I wish my desire to be right was immediately fulfilled But how can I? As I have seen rolling down from hills to valleys From valleys to footpaths and sideways of roads Burning, tearing and spilling of fresh blood Here I find no wisdom, no sages i see to live Quick money is wanted by everyone without going through any hardship Everybody is blunt and all over here is the darkness of ferocity Yet upon this cruel piece of land I become round and smooth After every fall and collide I shun my claws and teeth And shine brightly to pleasure the eyes of haughty and pride And all these would not been possible If I were not born before you all and roll for centuries after centuries If I were not a piece of rock and later a piece of pebble