Oh! The stone rolls down the mound,
from where it lay before we met, profound.
Now I wonder if it all be the same,
if not the two engulfed in this rolling scheme.
No reason why you did it, Loner boy!
For pleasure, hate, despair, or all belie.
No answer in its fate shall lie,
that caused the blossoming petals to die.
-Sharad K Raj
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