Stone in Hand

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

I am standing on your road;
Am holding a stone in hand;
I look at your glass house;
But not throwing the stone.

Know why I did not throw?
I also own a glass house;
And you can be on my road;
With a stone in your hand.

So respecting each other,
We will not throw stones.
Let us agree, be consenter
To keep secret under-tones.