Sleeping Stone

Sleeping stone of innocence quite ambiently stuck up in yellow cities unlike trees of nature blossomed with joys and tears together. sleeping stone aside sunbathed in raved up bickerings nudges the pavement dwellers slumberd in their deep silence slovenly frizzled across their woes of linings. and their nacked children quite tizzy in the slum throws spotive art into their tears falling from the crowd unscathed like leaves in autumn disowned. they supposed to live and lie like grass blade on the other side of river in connivance with sleeping stones gestures leaving all their nacked gods undiminished into the expanded arms of storms, letting off all persuasive angers flared up beneath the masked up sorrows of rulling grass, like snow fed morning hanging by the hinges of the dusts. Dr.subhendu kar