I am the rock
That will stop
From rolling into the sea
As the sea gathers moss
Turns emerald green
Like eyes of an exotic cat
Or the leaves of the African jungle
Will hold me in the palm of God
I am the rock that will
Not roll into the sea
Because I am different
Since, I am result
Of coincidence
Resilience and patience
I have everything
That a rock has
Except for a good shore
Which lets me be
Instead of carrying me away
I don't mind the sea
I don't mind the moon
Or the horizon
I don't mind tourists
I just have fallen out of love
With lovers and nostalgia
I just don't want to land up in a hotel
Where they tap the phones
To hear in on the calls of lovers
And congressmen will certainly
Want a beautiful stone like me
For their mantle
However, I am not free
Like a dreamer
Whom you can throw by just
Picking on them
I write the news
And someday I will be the front page headlines
That says,"A rock in the congressman's shoe."
I can really shake things up, without moving
Of course