Sculptor Poem by ramesh rai

The stone was crying
for life in lonely land
requesting all travellers
to come and attire him
to whiff soul in him
to make him laugh
to make him dance
wanted to see himself
in different face.

The sculptor made him alive
with his skilled hand
to sing dance and to laugh.

Stone lying mute in barren
is now visited with entry
now more valuable and is
now radiance of park and garden.

The sculptor has written his poetry
on stone of barren land
with his loveliness melody and mirth
which is to remain for ages
if not dismantled.

The sculptor has trimmed the stone
with his vision chisel and hammer
as if thread of breath is carved
and the stone asks every guy
to come and speak with him.

The sculptor has made it possible
that beauty of stone reflects every guy

The great sculptor is He
who has made us all.