You know, sometimes i feel it
I know Im a hard stone
My inside filled with nothing but some harsh matter
Yeah no heart!
But dont the evils cry in grief?
Or wont the thorns feel the pain of the persons walking on them?
I know, I was thrown by those delectable kids
And here I am in water
Tha water around me has also led a flow of thoughts in my mind
Why was I thrown?
Or yeah a stubborn, solid symbol
Which make me thrown item!
Or might am an item to be seen by particular eyes
Which can get my beauty in any way?
Sometimes I feel it,
Yeah the thoughts flowing
Those act of throwing
All makes me feel disheartened
After all am something filled with harsh matter
With no heart!