Nearby a rocky cliff he lives,
happily in the sand and dust.
Others on his loneliness grieves,
he never felt that idea is a must.
Cloudy skies seems gloomy to some,
and he wonders on the shades of grey.
While others babble, he keeps mum,
and is firm when others sought to pray.
Like demon's anger the rocks feel hot,
while he cherishes the warmth of it.
He enjoys his life as he was taught,
and is happy with nothing to forfeit.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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