If you feel it disturbed,
Keep you silence
To see the clay model headpiece of Buddha,
Buddha beaming with joy,
So calm and serene
To relax and reinvigorate you,
Your fatigued self, unnecessarily-taxed with
The load, burden feel you,
Take you to dislodge and dismantle them somewhere,
Dump them into the rubbish heap to be free.
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