Obscure Small Rock

Obscure Small Rock

I use to lay on an obscure region.

I use to play with grasses and leaves.

I use to roll on soil on my own decision.

I use to be kicked by someone on the roads.

I use to be thumped by the trucks and their loads.

I use to puncture many tyres,

I was used to light many bonfires.

I use to burn in many summer pyres.

I use to thud myself in the cars,

I use to travel with them counting stars.

I am free, wherever I g,

I am free, whatever I think and show.

I am free, to wear a shirt or a frock,

Because, I am a small rock.

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