Alone with a stone <br /> <br />As a child, at times <br />I was alone with a stone <br />Playing their god; <br />Selecting and discarding <br />Deciding on their role <br />The shapes and size; <br />Determining their goal. <br /> <br />Flat ones would travel and bounce; <br />Along the rivers’ face. <br />The sharp ones drew lines; <br />On the wall’s face. <br />There were one’s that made; <br />A screeching sound; <br />When forced hard <br />against the craggy ground. <br /> <br />And there was one <br />That the child used as weapon <br />To guard against the beast’s canine <br />And the one I can’t forget <br />That had hit my head divine. <br /> <br />Alone with the stone <br />I never thought <br />That they could be worshipped too <br />In temples they could find a place <br />To make your wishes come true <br /> <br />I never wondered <br />What made them skim? <br />On the rivers face <br />What made them stand? <br />As god, with heavenly grace. <br /> <br /> <br />A belief is all that takes <br />To make a god out of stone <br />Just think about it next time <br />When you are alone with a stone…<br /><br />Nikunj Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-with-a-stone/
