This is my father
He broke stones lifelong For giving education to me In summer vacations,
I too went to the quarry
And prayed to a stone god
Beside our thatched hut
For good grades.
One day I asked my father
Why he didn’t worship
Any stone god. He asked:
'Which God? Of that stone?
No! I don’t like to do it at all.
You know I broke stones Enough to make a mountain
But in no stone I found a God' And from that moment
I quit idolatry forever.
