Sculpture Of Democracy Poem by Aftab Alam

A sculpture that makes the earthen icon,
And put on sale for the earning,
The meagre amount for the family,
Earns to burn the stove
For the twisting intestine,

When Icon put on that house;
Becomes a Lord
To have a glance,
Sculpture stood in a queue;
Fades his lively hue,
Knells and begs, the Sculpture,
Cry and tears of no use
But Icon shows their sceptre,


We think and forget;
‘We are sufferer of forgetfulness’

Who cares the days behind?
‘A folly of human mind’
We the sculpture of democracy,
And our representative,
A king with sceptre.
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