Once, leisurely walking
I came across a tiny pebble
Caught my fascination and the mind began to drabble
What if I let it lie on the road?
It will stay there for ages
At best it may cover a little distance
If kicked around or picked up by a curious child
I decide to pick it up, hold firmly in my hand
As I walked back home
Unlike the stone, I went places
Years went by, I rolled by
Now back from where I started
I look at myself and I look at the pebble
Still sublime and so content
Still the same in form and shape
No wrinkles or frown
It lays at rest
In peace that could be anyone’s envy
And here I am still to unfold
Where I belong, what I am about
Still to come to peace
Still with doubts
