Rough Stone
A Anjandev Roy
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Do you know me?
I am a rough stone
Of the rough world,
I stay at the remote corner,
Everybody hates me,
But the great artist is different from others,
He comes to me inquisitively
And sees me for a long time
With rapt attention,
Then he touches me
With his great hand,
Soon I feel a lovely ripple of divine love in my rough surface,
For the first time I sense it,
Immediately I become a smooth stone of the great sphere,
It's a wonderful feeling for me,
The eminent artist too jumps in an ecstasy,
He knows the importance of smoothness,
Then he immortalizes me in his glorious and impeccable realm.
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