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The stone was crying
for life in lonely land
requesting all travellers
to come and attire him
to whiff soul in him
to make him laugh
to make him dance
wanted to see himself
in different face.
The sculptor made him alive
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Sunday, October 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
Akhtar Jawad 20 October 2014
Sculptors attract every one with an art loving heart, this one of the most ancient arts. Liked your poem.
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Niamat Ali Murtazai 19 October 2014
Wonderful idea: The sculptor has written his poetry on stone of barren land. So pleasing, no doubt.
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Valsa George 19 October 2014
Just as a rough stone is carved and chiselled into shape and turned into a wonderful piece of art, we are also moulded into structure and shape by the master sculptor.... But as stone allows to be cut and hewn, we also should yield to be shaped without resistance! A beautiful poem with a lofty message!
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