Stone

Tale of a neglected stone.

When I walk home everyday,
A stone meets me on the way,

I pity, he gets kicked everyday,
Sad, everyone keeps him at bay,

On one occasion,
I strike a conversation,

Life for you could be pain,
Why won’t you complain?

Said he with a smile,
I'm the unique one in the aisle,

Yes, it’s sad that everyone keeps me apart,
They don’t think stones have a heart,

Yet, I’m filled with elation,
When someone puts me in the foundation,

I end up at the top of the chart,
When someone transforms me into art,

You may think it’s a bit odd,
For, some even worship me as God,

I always remember this line,
Thy purpose is divine.