The Stone That Swam
They flung a stone into the void,
Not with hate but half-annoyed.
A shape, a weight, dismissed as done
Too still to break, too dull to run.
It sank, as stones are meant to do
But not to rest, nor bid adieu.
It met the dark not with despair,
But with the hush of those who dare.
No witness watched its silent climb
It moved between the folds of time.
Not up, not down, not pulled by grace
But shifting slow through depthless space.
It spoke in ways no tongue could hold,
It bore its exile hard and cold.
Yet through that press of thoughtless blue,
It learned: to stay is power too.
You are that stone the unseen thread,
The echo not by fortune led.
Not rising loud, nor praised aloud,
But still becoming. Unallowed.
Yasir Javeed is an aspiring poet. He recently passed Class 12th examination from our institution – Government Higher Secondary School Qaimoh.
