Voice of a Stone

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Voice of a Stone

To whom do I conform? Where do I advance from? Please give an account, and ease my trodden sense.

Nobody hears me and feels me, but only uses me in their boastful way cutting and crushing into shapes.

I know not my parents, or my guardian, All alone, I stay in mute sclerite. However, all around my kind live.

I couldn’t bellow, nor go for a promenade, Only thing I can do is to close my eyes.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Think not of the pain that I hold, for it has become my victual. Who could discern my words to care for me?

I do like to be loved, and cared for by somebody, to stop against the sad notes of my soul.

Let my sentiments be known to all, up to the last horizon, who could later change their minds, and love me until I become dust, Like to that tiny star that lives in the sky, Whom everybody adores.