A Stone’s Confession
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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