The lone promontory rock,
Standing tall in the wild ocean,
With no nearby shore,
In any close proximity,
And standing tall with grit,
With an intrinsic believe,
To weather any storm,
And face any gale,
It stood there refusing to fail.

And for time immemorial,
It braved,
Many battles,
Several wars,
And faced many difficult state,
Rooted but unchained,
Alone but fearless,
Though relentlessly slapped by the waves,
It refused to be its slave.

And all this while,
It relentlessly waited,
For some divine force,
To tame the uncharted paths,
And reach it banks,
To make it their home,
By resting their planks.

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