For thousand years eroded
what the flow,
Or broken, in pieces thousand
times;
The skin, one day, on eve, touched in awe,
Felt if thousand years were spent
in lies.
What took infinite to tear
a facet,
Yet, a touch on one,
no more stood stoned;
The smite of waves, days &
nights, yet, no nudge felt,
A gentle embrace of it, as if
conquered the throne.
In cohesion distinct matter
danced inside,
In chores chanting, this
life you own;
What moved the rock
within & made to
sink,
But time turned it to
back & forth. :(
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2022