The Statues.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
The Statues..
When the statues are made,
It is normal for them to get assaulted,
Continuous knock from the hammers,
Fine slices from the chosen chisels,
Piercing and drilling from the thought,
Exchange of bartered commodities,
Those have the ears fixed near the walls,
The statues are being made,
Not under tight security,
But in the open space and,
in the waves.
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