I ran to the sea shore to find an astonishing sea stone that I never seen
Only dreamt about it’s beauty and healing nature
I couldn’t find one, but I stumbled upon a pebble stone smoothly finished from pierce beating of gay sea waves
It gave me gentle touch, serene sensuality
When I rubbed my palm around it
I thought of gemstone and I left the pebble there itself
I presented myself at the temple before the holy shrine and wondering to proffer big things for which God may be pleased
I never cared to look at the forbidden forlorn looking pitifully at me in Hope of shedding a coin from my bustling pouch
Perhaps God might have pleased if I concerned
I am hallucinating an ideal stature to love me while I knew certain that the figure is unreachable for me by all means
I failed to hurl an acknowledgement of the person always stood before me waiting for my recognize
It is too late -when I retrospect myself for always tailing after the fancy things and neglecting the very real very lovable normal life – and went back to collect the pieces that I left regardlessly
