I am just a simple rock,
lying on the endless shore.
Millions of drops together flock,
and lash upon me with galore.
Centuries on end the waves mock,
as they fall and foam on me.
They couldn't on my heart knock,
how high the power of waves maybe.
Millions of grains of sand on whom I hold,
through immemorial times and ages.
Have bonded in silence, utterly bold,
against waves which pound like savages.
I have held my head high,
thru' the waves that crash on me.
Yet silently the sands, I feel with a sigh,
have hold on, and that is how it will be.
Prasenjit©1997-2017
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