ROCKS EVERYWHERE

ROCK'S EVERYWHERE

Rocks on the ears
Rocks on the fingers
Rocks on the neck
Sometimes on the tongue
And on the umbilicus too

We fight wars with husbands
With in-laws with employers
With every shopkeeper
To accumulate the bucks
Which will help us buy few rocks

We dream of them
Sitting sleeping walking
We fantasize receiving
Then as surprise gifts
From lovers and husbands

Are we thoughtless
To spend a lifetime
Doing something which
Can never add
Any beauty to our soul?

I often

Laugh at women who do not buy
a gram of gold or a piece of rock
But happily spend the reserves
On enriching their inner cosmos

They love to Sit on a beach and watch
the sun rise, or go down
They dare to Stand on a cliff and flirt
With a breeze of fresh air
They treasure to Sleep under the sky
and watch stars and moon in solitude

I often

Laugh at women who
overlook metals and rocks
perfumes ,cosmetics and colours
To indulge in reading , writing
painting cooking or gardening
to create , sow, reap ,Cook
serve, feed, donate or pray

but

I inundated my world with avarice
So what if petite is life
I just look the other way,
And succumb to the illusion of
Wealth induced luxury
Day after day endlessly
wanting more and more
rocks everywhere maybe
one, even on the pyre too
you know
my grave too should be well adorned !