An Interview With a Skipping Stone- Potd

“Good Morning! I know you are busy. Will you stop for a while for an interview?” Sir, what do you want to know? If only you are keen, And do not look at me with prejudice, I shall explain, How I ended up here and tell you my whole story_ The story of my journey from the cliff to the plane. “Yes, I know you are a traveller, tell me all about it. But before that, I wish to know about your origin and background.” I was part of a big rock, so static without motion. I used to watch birds in flight on feathered wings, Going from one end to the other, merrily singing, Buoyed up by the force of the wind as on swings. Like them I longed to be free and roaming But knew I was cradling just a fanciful whim. I slept most of my life with my dream tucked in my heart. As time rolled by, my dreams and fancies grew dim. It was then a tremor shook the very face of the earth, Loosening my mother boulder from her strong hinge. She moved and rolled down from the great heights, On the way a chip got broken, in pain I did twinge. Thus, I was born. Sadly, alienated from my mother, I felt so orphaned and lay silent in a dark corner. Staying there helpless, I was at a loss what to do. But my grief gave way to joy, no more I was a mourner. “It sounds so interesting. How did it all happen? Please tell me…..” Seeing me lying sad and still, a small stream Took pity on me and carried me along. I enjoyed my ride and never more I was sad. Now to a wider world, joyfully I belong. Freed from all chains, I am out to view life and enjoy. I stay in nature’s bosom, free to saunter wherever I wish. Never feeling the need to pitch my tent, like a gipsy, I travel along with the stream, with a merry swish. “So glad to know that your life has taken such an unexpected turn. Now a last question.How do you respond to the popular saying- ‘A Rolling Stone gathers no moss.’” Sorry, I have nothing to comment. Let men see it that way, Enjoy life is my creed, my song is the song of liberty. Leaving all cares and sorrows behind, like a tramp I stroll, Taking turns and twists, sometimes cascading down in endless novelty. “Thank you for stopping by to tell the story of your life and sharing your views and aspirations on life”