Lying for years,
some centuries,
by the side of a road,
long before there was even a road
Not giving in to perjury
over years of lying,
the stone remained
a mute witness
to the world changing around it
A forlorn stone
left out of the life of most
birds, beasts, humans
that stroll past it
unbothered by its presence
now picked up
after eons of waiting,
un-stalled off its roadside throne
and hurled to the skies
Fast approaching the two birds
it is neither willing nor aiming to hit
'Killing two birds with a stone'
may be something of an achievement
or even a milestone
to the stony-hearted biped
To the stone
that had been waiting
to be touched by life
for centuries or more of its lifetime
Killing is neither an option
nor a dream
Even though it may appear
flying of its own will,
a killer determined.
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