Rock people

They have twisted body shapes
From absurd forms of our lives
In the night rain, as frogs croak.
Some are  turbaned noblemen

Who do nothing except nobility
And absorb nothing of weather
With smoothly rounded cheeks
Round with unintended laughs.

(After a visit to the fantasy rock garden created by Nekchand in Chandigarh)

 

 

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