A Statue Poem by akram saqib
A Statue
On thy face is thy palm
In thy soul is a great calm
In thoughts deep you are lost
Peep through always into the frost
Have become eternal your this gaze
To looker on always amaze
Thy sitting posture, changes not
And pretty gesture with love fraught
By praising your smile poets and sages
Have become famous and earned wages
No body knows what these rows
On thy forehead something shows
Perhaps About man you are worried
In his thought are you buried?
Your lips are bound but they sound
A foresight of, sweeping change around
When love would be reside in all
No casualty and no death toll
People will live in close relations
All around with peace, would be the nations
This poem carries a very good message to the disturbed world of today.
sounds like you're talking about The Thinker...may we all keep thoughts of peace and brother hood ever with us...peace & poetics...William
A well thought out poem with feeling of the worldly woes thru the stillness of stone++++++10 regards
I found this a unique poem in that it uses wonderful imagery to anticipate thoughts of a statue. And the peace aspect of the poem is, of course, very much needed in the world. 10 Karin Anderson
'When love would be reside in all No casualty and no death toll' These words are so true each and every one of them wonderful poem certainly +++10 anjali
True, who knows the artist intent when he chipped away at metal, rock or wood. The statues seem observe in silence and yes we wonder of what they have seen and know.
we all seek peace and love, hope ur poem reach all the world, well write dear and thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Really well structured poem for statue.......they earn wages they earn laurels... a good meaningful poem, .