Rock to Soil

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I have made promises,

Which I didn't deliver on.

I have been in love,

Which I couldn't feel much.


Yes! I have been the stone,

I have been the rock,

Cracking up with time,

'Cause of small endears of people.


Who have made me realise,

There is no better feeling,

Than giving love,

Even when you are hated.

There is no better way of life,

Than living without grudges,

Even when you have been hurt.


So, 

I gave up to my cracks,

And became the soil,

Filling gaps of sorrow,

Unhappiness and aches

Of other people,

Trying to make them crack too.



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