Hardstone and soil

In your imagination, I am granite stone.

You came as a storm, a cyclone.

Came as a rain, came as a cloud burst,

In the sun burn, I cracked into the pieces.

And to the dust.

 

In the love of nature, I turned soil.

Its not all over, love and anger.

Before the soil turns to a rock,

She dumped me inside a bronze vessel,

And started heating me from bottom.

Not satisfied, she opened the lids.

And used big magicians fire stove,

To cook me complete.

She opened the lids again.

Soil and vessel burned.

A drop of vapor sticked in the edges.

A tiny drop of love, you longed for.