Response to ‘Crumble’ by Lisa Westberg Peters I Poem by Samaira Jain, 10 Haryana

Response to ‘Crumble’ by Lisa Westberg Peters 

Why should I not crumble?

Said the sandstone

I am at sixes and sevens.

Truly woebegone!

Can you ask the wind to stop blowing?

Can you ask the river to stop flowing?

Can you ask the rain to stop pattering?

Can you ask the milk to stop spattering?

Can you ask yourself to stop instructing me?

And behaving as if you are busier than a bee

If you do this,

I will try my best.

To change from a man of straw

To a man of steel

This truly is my heartfelt appeal.

To stop bossing me around

I repeat again, stop bossing me around!

Said the sandstone, with a final sigh!

Let me live, or else I’ll cry.

I contain light within me like a firefly.

After all, everything that crumbles

Is not weak!

There is great strength in being weak.

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