Sleeping stone of innocence br quite ambiently stuck up in yellow cities br unlike trees of nature blossomed br with joys and tears together. br br sleeping stone aside br sunbathed in raved up bickerings br nudges the pavement dwellers br slumberd in their deep silence br slovenly frizzled across their woes of linings. br br and their nacked children quite tizzy in the slum br throws spotive art into their tears br falling from the crowd unscathed br like leaves in autumn disowned. br br they supposed to live and lie br like grass blade on the other side of river br in connivance with sleeping stones gestures br leaving all their nacked gods undiminished br into the expanded arms of storms, br br letting off all persuasive angers br flared up beneath the masked up sorrows br of rulling grass, like snow fed morning br hanging by the hinges of the dusts. br br Dr.