Wednesday 27 April 2016

Pebbles

Pebbles

Eroded away from the family,
and the rock-solid mother,
broken to smaller pieces,
ground and detached…..
still,
making ripples on the river!

Pebbles,
grey, brown 
or are they black?
living independent,
of their source.
making a newer sink,
with every applied force.

They travel around,
See new places,
Discover unknown lands.
They whisper to the skies,
in their darker nights,
astonishment or loss!

I like pebbles,
They mould as per friction,
or know how to adjust!
I love pebbles,
because they believe,
in their strength of togetherness.

Unlike me, 
who is away,
detached,
disapproved,
deprived,
and getting depleted
with every experience! 

Tanzila





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