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I'm the rock

The waves reach a crescendo
the water tickles my feet
spent...

I want to jump high
the weight pulls me down
Sigh!

My friends are seasons
we laugh, we play
then they've to go
leaving me
Alone...

I want to see the world
the sea and the sky
are not enough
I feel
tied down

I then see the sand
hugging me
I feel warm

A weary traveller
rests his head
over me
I feel calm

I sense a purpose
in giving
of being an anchor

I know now
why I'm a constant
why I'm the rock!

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  1. And so important is a rock, no? Nicely done

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    1. Yes, one needs an anchor too, no? Thanks, Naba!

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  2. Ah, so great and important to be a rock, giving solidity and strength to others. :) <3

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    1. Absolutely, Elly! Thanks for the read and welcome here :-) <3

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  3. Always good to be the rock. Though sometimes, it feels nice to be the waves too- free, liberated, energetic :) Lovely poem, Uma!

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    1. Definitely, I'd love to be the free bird too..life would be so boring, otherwise, no? Thanks, Shailaja <3

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  4. Lovely Uma. Somehow you give the impression of being a rock :-) even before I read that poem. Like Shailaja says it would be fun to try other roles sometimes, what say?

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    1. Really? I give the impression a rock, as in a solid, steady person? Good to know, Tulika...sometimes other roles go to different people..maybe I'll have to await my turn to play a different role someday :-)

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  5. A rock is someone everyone finds solace in. Good to know that you have the character and strength to be one.

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    1. Not sure of that Rachna but if it's true then I'm a satisfied being! Thanks for the read, Rachna :-)

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  6. Beautifully written :) How important it is for us to at times become a rock for ourselves and for others too...:)

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    1. And, it's good to meet other rocks too..a rock needs its friends :-)

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  7. Always good to have a steady rock to lean on! Lovely bit of poetry...beautifully written! ♥

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  8. Everything has a purpose each fulfilling some needs. A horse cannot soar like an eagle but an eagle can neither gallop.! liked the poem very much.

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    1. Very well-said, KP sir and thanks a lot. Glad you liked it :-)

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  9. That's the hardest job to do too! Being the anchor when everything else around you is chaos. Brilliantly written Uma!

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  10. Now that is good.. it takes a GOOD and Strong person to be that ROCK

    well done

    Bikram's

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  11. That's a beautiful one. Wish we have such rocks in our life always and be a rock to someone too!

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    1. Yes, the rocks in our life also need someone else to take up their role at times. Hope we can be the rock, when needed, in the lives of others.

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