As I walked down the street,
I saw a stone,
This just kissed my feet.
I picked it up and carried it,
Something was appealing,
From the much bit.
Days passed and I saw it everyday,
When my liking changed to love,
I didn’t even knew what to say?
I shared my feeling, I poured my heart,
But somewhere did I forget,
It was still a stone by art.
I banged my head everyday,
There was only blood,
The stone had no say.
The stone said “Please don’t cry or moan,
If I could, I’d surely have loved you,
But I can’t, and that’s the reason I am stone.