A Brown Stone's Perspective
Rough edges and grainy
While sitting in this creature’s hands
Analyzed and stared at
I see his brown colored eyes twinkle
As he stares at me through curiosity
Wondering my origins
Where did I come from?
How did it I wind up here?
Oh, the stories I could tell
If only I could speak
My revelations would be historic
Telling all of you true stories since the dawn of mankind
Even from the time of dinosaurs that walked the earth
Magnify and mystify
Unearthed by this human
Some say the hearts of humans can turn into objects as hard as stone
Like me, a hard-cold stone
Claiming to be unbreakable and invincible
However, I beg to differ
Because even stones can crumble to pieces
Eroded by water or wind
And melted into nothing.
Copyright © Rukhsana Afridi | Year Posted 2020
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