Radha Raghunathan

An Unspoken Conversation

This morning

Fine and early

When the sky

Yet to see pink

The cool breeze

Cooling the dew

Settled on the path.

 

I took my walk

Brisk and swift

On a side of a road.

My ears plugged

I walked

Humming a prayer

In my mind.

 

Then I saw

A small stone

Not too tiny.

Wet by dew

Alone it lay

On the roadside

Along my track.

 

Did the tiny rock

Beckon me?

I heard no voice.

My ears plugged

I walked on

Humming the prayer

In my mind.

 

I returned

Along my track

With another prayer

In my mind.

That littlestone

Lay there still.

Did it beseech me

To say something?

 

I thought I saw

Its eyes looking at me.

I thought I heard

Its voice calling me.

Was it cold

Needing a wrap, or

A warm hug?

 

The sky turned pink.

I had to rush

Leaving the stone

Alone where it lay

For another passer-by

To listen to what

It wanted to say.