Rocks
by Nuggehalli Pankaja
(Bangalore, India)
“Our limbs are being torn apart,
Not a minute longer
Can we bear the pain ! ”
Wept the rocklets
And begged their mother
“Stop them hacking us
Mama dear”
“ No use our yearlings,”
All the rocks
Huge though they are
Hung their heads
With shame, sorrow-
“Our crown the granite
Has now become
A curse. . . . . . . .
Hear you not
The yelling-wailing
Of people yonder?
Age-old tranquility
Disturbed sudden,
They have become
Like one mad!”
But the machine-like monsters
Heeds it not,
Though the whole world.. . .
Hears it and falters. . . . . .