Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Shape The Clay


Love to shape the clay
It will present in different way
To some it may look as an art
To some it is may be simple part

How sculptor gives shape to stone?
How does speak the face impression?
Whether it is statue of soldier at museum!
Or almighty creator at holy church or temple

We too are like stone
Nothing has changed for conclusion
We are just a living piece
But look the way we spend it at ease

Where is peace in mind?
How long we will act as blind?
Where is the time to show even to almighty?
That we are human being and really need mercy

Sculptor leaves stature to public
To interpreter, understand it’s basic
It is well intended move to educate people
The human life is full of struggle

Let us not disregard our mission
We are shaped for destination
Fulfill desire of almighty and depart
Go back to same place and belong as part

Submitted: Friday, February 28, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 07, 2014

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