Click and cling, click and sung
That is the note from stone amusing!
As the chisel is handled by
The Master's hand sounds strangely!
The chisel of Destiny glibly moves
As the will of master sculptors poke approves.
Click for chance, clicks succeed
Cling to target tenacious and lead.
Sound and sense tangibly dictate
The listener's Mind to fight out fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem