Stones
- Prathap
Kamath (India)
Of all the things
in the world
I love stones
because they seldom
miss the target
when thrown with
vengeance
or fail to hurt.
I would hurl one
into the sky
and it would hit my
head with precision,
the pain and the
blood are delightful.
I hate people when
they are indifferent to me,
so I give them the
most beautiful stones
which they throw at
me with glee;
it seems there
isn’t anything they enjoy more.
They always fail to
see the pains
I take to chisel
and shine the stones
I give them;
in their yearning
to hurt they are blind
to the beauty they
hold in their hands.
But I have no regrets
as long as
there are stones to
carve and gloss,
and my joy in
getting hurt.