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Akin To A Stone.


The hardness of a stone is due to its age,

The tenacity it derives  is an outrage,

The strength it develops is a leverage,

As it brings out a  stern courage.

 

 

The order of circumstances make up a man,

The soft childlike approach deviates its plan,

Affronted by the unexpected turns and bans,

Preparing a dashing attack  in a short span.

 

Water when chilled becomes  a solid white ice,

Eliminating the transparency to  opaque  size,

Decreasing the quantity to a thick density precise,

Proposing a glistening frozen entice.

 

 

 

Flexibility withdraws at the sight of unkindness,

Blown over by indiscriminate ideals and unfriendliness,

Turns morose  when it faces a stiff, flashy indifferent meanness,

Expressing a staunch , cold, discreet quietness.

 

 

The unjustified  attain supremacy by craft,

The insincere extend a power by draft,

Pushing  the greatness  behind the shaft,

Brushing aside the nobility to a naught.

 

 

The malleability changes to a rigidity unexpected,

The adaptability   construes to an adamancy undesired,

The righteousness converts itself to a rebellion  undetected,

Invoking an indignation and outbursts  unfathomed.

 

 

It is the callous dealings that frame a being,

 Outward structure gets disfigured by ageing,

Inward spirit  feels desolate by grieving,

Enacting pretensions thaw and quell the inkling.