The stone is weeping
on its unconventional lot
which is of no worth
when it is unable
to nourish any seed.
Waiting for the sculptor
to come and take it
when it will be chiseled
and hammered for a new shape.
Then Lord will come
give it a new soul
when it will laugh
on its possesive strength
with new glamour of life.
Very clever poem ramesh the score of the poem on a single stone you actually carve the stone to life with your words..well done...regards
A sculpture can be given life by the hands of experience. A great poem.
The art of sculptures and carvings can give life to stones and woods. A beautiful poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
making small one with big ones is His job