Frozen stones and a petal

A stone cannot afford an illness
How can we laugh at a grave,
When it speaks out so many
Omens, wild and bewildering

My other self cannot afford
Folks of a tribal self

Parting with a woman
A male heart turned gray

Why is she so deep?
A scar, a scary, arch of veins
Ripe in blood and bold
Shallow a frog left apart

Buddha in fine grains
Yet light is so shy away