/** These are few thoughts based on a story I read. The story I read was slightly different. I had taken it and modified to suit my thoughts.  In any new thing we do, we experience these four stages, which we need to cross to receive recognition */

At the dawn of rays of light they start
And move towards the forest's heart
Work till their shadows become long
Woods, dried and dead as them return along

Same Standard walk in a single line
Step by step in a monotonous rhyme
Their axe in shoulder; Sickle in hand
These people exist not live in this land!

He is one of them; dead as their woods
But somewhere deep inside him life exists
As usual, that day they were passing through
A stone, he saw, lay along their route

Lightning spark charged him through
Life inside the stone suddenly grew
Love ebbed in his eyes pristine, pure
Learned his self in that rendezvous

Chisel in a hand and Hammer in another
Cast upon himself to carve out his desire
Bring out his thoughts on that hard rock
Beauty his mind felt; eyes could not

They called him silly to play with a stone
To waste few hours in life carving all alone
Silly, he never heard their tone
Stepping on the first step to reach his throne!

Is breaking a stone your life's choice..?
Mad they all shouted on top of their voice
Mad, he smiled and ignored all their noise
Moving on the second step of his exploits

Are you making a snake..? or is it a lizard..?
Is it an ass or a pig or is it a bird..?
Jealousy causes ridicule he knew
Checked for flaws; his third step became due!

They talked to themselves and kept quite
Ignoring him and his work of delight
Fear of new things brings indifference up
Confident, he crossed into the fourth step!

Rock became statue; Stone became art
When it was over, (he) threw it open to all!
'How nice ?' - came out a heart's whisper
Reverberated across filling the air

Silly, Mad, Ridicule and Indifference
Smelts our self for commitment
Silence, Smile, Correction and Confidence
Show our mettle and common sense

Four are the steps a baby takes to walk
Four are the cavities that filter our talk
Four are the stages we all need to cross
Fifth is where the recognition starts

-TBT