A rolling stone gathers no moss -
With time it smoothens in gloss.
With time it smoothens in gloss.
Let the stone roll and play,
as time hardens mound of clay.
Do not get stuck, do things new -
those who dare to try are very few.
The more you roll, more you bounce -
while jealous claws prey and pounce.
While on the way you would touch -
Green grass, dead leaves as such...
They all would have something to tell
of life and its greatness before they fell.
Prasenjit©2022
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