Lo!
Breaking the granite was me
Under the hot sun..
In a quarry..
Till that moment..
Of seeing her beauty..!
Oh.! Now, without any fear
I'm sculpting her statue here!
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The wasted youth.. In the college of quarry I was breaking the rocks, Using the axe and the hands, To fulfill the scarcity in life, In the college of Arts, I am sculpturing her heart, Pouring all my time and thought, To fulfill the scarcity in love, The great worker in me breaking the stones, turns into a dreaming sculptor in the Arts college...