The shine like a mirage distant br In actuality is nothing but dust of centuries br The pilgrim in belief that the stone has come from heaven br Up from the skies and from nowhere br No earthly birth is attached to it br In memory’s distant corner br Its first discovery and knowledge br Of being possessed with objects br Carved or beauties curved into shapes br In similarity to the mind's great fantasies br In worship and in the sculptor’s masonry br In touch it creates riot in the imagination br Akin to the circling pilgrims br Or bowing down touching the mother earth br In child’s play and the clay in different forms br In an attempt to harden it into a stone br Animals six legged or statues with multiple hands br Candle lit on oil and placed near the dead br The bread’s sweat aroma on its flat above the fire br Or the pot left as symbol from the civilization lost br The dust and the depth of lines it talks of symbols br To the necklace and the arrows or cannon balls to the angry br Stones in architecture or the goddess of beauty br A wish to the lover or hope of the beloved br br A small piece in my pocket softened by many touches br The memories of the beloved written on its face br No match has it got for the poor man’s love it carries br The phallus in different shapes or creations ultimate source br Love from the primal exit in shapes taking divinity br No diamond no ruby no precious metal br Stone in the dust and dust upon the dust br Mankind’s imagination have thou inspired br The mammoths of pharaohs the Mayas and the Orient br The wall wailing or the God’s dwelling house br Erections of the devil despised by the stone br Stone unto stone and the stone is so worshiped br Mankind’s love have thou animated br The secrete is that thou art so abundant br The multitudes and the generations br In veneration deep br Stone br Thou art the poor man’s lovebr br Sadiqullah Khanbr br