The Gray Stone

In the mist of serene hues,
A lingering ray of gold spurned,
Embracing the gray stone with warmth.
Out came the stone
From the clutch of the vain,
Thought to be vice,
Yet melted into golden sparks.
Wandering was the stone.
The gold spurned and raised hope;
The hope of affection,
The hope of love,
The hope of care.
Barren in the cycle of the gray stone,
The glimmer of hope lifted the stone,
For the dark blues had vanished.
Out came the stone,
Its tinted shade revealed.
The glimmer of hope lifted the stone.
Oh, stone! The gray stone,
Blinded by the gold spurn,
Consider it your beating tantrum.
Oh, stone! The gray stone,
See beyond the serene hues,
For they blind you into belief;
Belief in a shadow,
Never leaving, even in Helios.
Oh, stone! The gray stone,
Rise and see beyond the serene hues,
For they engulf you wholly,
Leaving nothing,
But the sigh of grief.
Leaving nothing,
But the tears of grief.
Oh, stone! The gray stone.

by : Deepa Rajkumari
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