A sculptorA Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"Gently strikes his hammer- And dusts off- Coughs and clears his throat. Some pieces of rock! When his fate itself deludes! Their fates, he assigns! Some as angels! Some as Gods! Some shall remain as it! Some shall not! Beautifully, he crafts- Each piece that shall be- That faith to many! Many shall bow on the knees And beg for life! Luck! Love! And money! As he walks through the lanes- In between the crowds- Noticed, he barely gets. In his worn out rugs- And his charred hands! Holding an idol! He sells- This faith… To which- Many shall bow…again!
© 2017 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"Author's Note
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Added on June 11, 2017 Last Updated on June 11, 2017 AuthorSanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"Kathmandu, NepalAbout"When words are stiff and hard to evoke out; they shape themselves as a poem [that last forever] " -Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini" http://sanjeetapokharel.blogspot.in/ When I see the.. more..Writing
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