Stone and Stone

The hill was tall

With a risk to fall

A challenge no small

But Sisyphus took up the call

Big was the stone

And the hill stood like a cone

He was all alone

And to dangers the journey was prone

He had to take the stone up that hill

Apart from labour it required skill

A test of his will

And a dream to fulfil

All the sweat to drain

He had also to face thunder and rain

But the human crane

Joyfully endured all the pain

Sometimes high and sometimes low

Sometimes fast and sometimes slow

But he never looked back and below

And further he continued to go

In the journey he did not whine

And when he reached the top he was on cloud nine

A feeling so divine

As if reaching a holy shrine

He did all the drill

Without a single shrill

But on top there was no place to rest and chill

And the stone started to roll down the hill

In the end, what did he attain?

Was there any gain?

Or did his effort go in vain?

The cycle goes over and over again

The stone was the law as it laid on the ground

With the hill of facts around

And when with the skill of Sisyphus it was bound

In the form of justice it was crowned

As the stone is back on the sliding course

And hits the ground below with force

Of law it again becomes a source

In another case for justice to enforce