Unknown Citizen, Make I The Statue Of Yours, Makes And Unmakes It Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Unknown Citizen, your statue make I
In my poetry,
Makes it and unmakes it
Quite similar and dissimilar,
Torsoless, bustless stand you
At the town square
And I keep making the statue
Of yours,
Remembering and remembering
How had you been,
How had it been the face!

Unknown Citizen, bustless and torsoless
Stand you
At the town square
And I with the brush and the paints
Stumbling over,
Unable to sculpt you,
Sculpt you, Unknown Citizen
As your path the path of mine,
As shown over,
My art pieces lie they scattered,
Destroyed and in ruins,
There had not been a taker,
Had not been a taker!

Unknown Citizen, take you, take you them,
Now lie I in full fatigue,
Tired of my belongings,
The young generation which too is coming
Not of my mind and thinking,
Not of my mental set-up
Devoid of any artistic flair,
Now you say it to me,
What to do,
What to do them,
Unknown citizen,
Here lie I devastated and broken,
My manuscripts in ruins?