A Stone’s autobiography for a human being.

A Stone’s autobiography for a human being.

P K Routray
Edited bt P Gaan

I am a stone
A tiny part of a rock and the tinniest of a mountain on this earth grown
You term me as lifeless but I am a living creation
The way you have, I also have proton and revolving electron
You like to differentiate yourselves on cast creed and religion
I also vary from sand stone, granite, marble to gem stone.
A cruel person you call as stone hearted,
But at higher degree of temperature I do get melted,
When melted I give you useful metal or a gem,
But you don’t understand these intricacies and subject me to shame.
You hit me; you beat me which I tolerate
You boot me and spit on me, but I don’t retaliate
Hence you take all me as insignificant and inanimate,
But as I serve you to your liking, I should have been your most intimate.
When you throw me at somebody with rage
As your faithful slave I hit him with all courage
But I feel pity for his pain and torture,
Hence I change my loyalty becoming a tool for his anger
In silence but with eloquence I want to tell the truth,
Bliss and peace cannot come “with an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth”
You quantify the state of ignorance when you refer to the Stone Age,
But, be sure I shall be your only tool left to fight at civilization’s last phase,
You use me as a tool for venting out your emotion,
I am your friend, philosopher and guide when you are left alone.
You write your love for someone on me,
Hoping in any of her births, your beloved may see.
When you leave the body, you are at once forgotten
But I bring you to memory through your tombstone.
When you have to travel long distance to reach your destination,
I encourage you and show the direction with my form, the milestone.
In certain religions I am worshipped on a throne with all devotion.
In helpless and hopeless condition I am used as a touchstone.
All my fellow stones teach you a great many lessons,
Epics after epics cannot exhaust those sermons.
God has not given me power to speak with clarity
Hence I remain as a mute witness to your activity
I am grateful to God for giving me such a boon or bane
As I have been seeing with this power man has become insane
He has not given me the art and skill to write on paper
But I write within me about time and its ravages which only I can bear.