A HARVEST OF STONES

Standing tall

On the bosom of earth..

I am a harvest of stones..

Silently spreading from

The venerable earth’s chest

To the vulnerable woman’s breast..

I am a harvest of stones

Borne out of man’s greed

And senseless sealing

Of fertile greens

With floors concrete

Suffocating with sinful spills

Earth’s womb and fertile chest..

Now I grow

in man’s own blood

and I gather as mass

in his daughter’s breast….

Soon I will be everywhere

Ushering the stone age afresh..!!!