Being the hardest nature
Molded by the shores
Every hit of the waves
Is taken care to engrave
None cared enough
For the texture of mine
In the eyes of the world
Whittling mysterious ways
Sacrificing the pain
I accepted to change
Mash Hammer on that hits
Whoop as slapped by chisels
Blooms up the rough edges
Into clandestine artefact
Certainly adored by millions
Of eyes and years
It's the soul of the stone
Stand still as sculptures.
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Sowmya
Good one Sowmya
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