Hard Rocks

Being rocks, they were stubborn and hard

It wasn’t their style to drop their guard

 

They stood there for years along

With a sense that something was wrong

 

No words were ever said,

Not even a gesture made

 

They had to ‘bridge’ this communication gap

But how? no one could wear a thinking cap

 

Finally,

One of them was somewhat brave.

He looked up and agreed to ‘wave'

Done