No emotions seem to touch a stone,
But who knows if within, it does feel pain?
It stays still and firm  alone,
Come summer,winter or rain!

It stands as though in a stoic resolve,
A resolve that reinforces it's pride!
As it doesn't move to the eyes thay see,
Since they couldn't see it from inside!

A heart that aches in a cruel world!
Lives a worthless life of pains,
As some lost soul hidden within it cries,
"You can break free from those chains!"

Pretty flowers when plucked would wither away,
Where beauty drains to a paradise lost!
And with all the scars and marks that you do bear,
Shows the hurdles of time you have crossed!

The wraths of this world has made you bold,
As your tears made you hard as it dried,
Oh people fighting trauma,pains and woes,
Be the precious stone that never cried!
© Avik Datta Gupta

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