Author Dina Nath Nadim A pebble in the street corner lay washed by the sun. The builder piled a stone upon stone. The pebble was lost in the gravel. Long back Fate had written on its face: 'For the road' The builder ground it. The pebble was dust. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments