Tale of a River Stone

I am a stone from the Himalayas
One among millions on the bed of the Ganges
But unique at the same time.

Monsoon rain
Hurricane
Drought
Shaped me
As I glided from the mountain
Like a leaf in a stream
I got molded
My rough edges got smoothened
Sometimes unintentionally
Slowly and slowly
I merged from the amorphous stone
Something elegant,
Presentable
Worthwhile
I was the best in the class
And I felt myself
Only the genuine river stone
.

As the Ganges
Merged into the ocean
I found my self with
So many river stones
From all over the world
Of different shapes
And textures
So different from me
So hard to accept
So hard to appreciate
That they are river stones too
But I did

Slowly
And slowly
I realized
That river stones are all beautiful
Even of different shapes
Differently molded by
Amazon, Yangtze, Danube
Mekong and Nile
As well as Mississippi
Some are mahogany black
Some heart color
Some are white as the mother pearl
Some are beautiful yellow Sapphire
Some are like diamond
Priceless

Thousands are much more beautiful than me
And thousand less
But all of us are
Precious
River stones.

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