We are creating
We are the artist
Taking mud in our hand
We have made the sculptures
But when it get dried up
We are saying those are
Ugly enough.
A child taking birth
Like a boll of mud
We are the artist
To make it efficient
To give the culture
To create the ability to judge
If it can't, then it is
Severe failure of us.
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