If Rock Could Talk………

I am created by nails and hammers,I am painted with artificial colors.To look good I need to be furbished,To last for a while I need to be nourished.
You have to create me, so that I can be,I was never your creator, I can never ever be,The truth which you can’t but Abraham can see,I am not worth worshiping, there's nothing I can feel.
I am like a doll which can never grow tall,I break into pieces if I ever fall,I can neither hear you call nor can see you all.
I cannot help you breathe, I cannot help you succeed.I am not the one to feed you, I am not the one to lead you,I am neither the one to make you, nor the one to take you.
Why should you kneel me if I can’t heal you?Why should you worship me if I can’t feel you?
You have me in your house to make your life better,What will I profit you Instead I've always been your debtor.I was never your creator, I can never ever be.The truth which you cant but Sohail can see,I am not worth worshiping, there's nothing I can feel