SculptureA Poem by Shalini Dinesh (Poet's World)
From behind paper has this face come? Or from face are there papers some? No hairs, no ears no expression though, Few seeds of joy shall I plant or sow?
Why a part of his manly face he hid? Is he like this from when he was a kid? I know not why he was sculpted this way, Maybe this has something else to say!
Why had this man closed his eyes? Maybe he thought it was better or wise? Has he any family or friends? Or does this way his life ends?
How on earth can a man be like this? Ever so silent, calm and in bliss, Only can a sculpture stay so still For real man cannot and never will. © 2011 Shalini Dinesh (Poet's World)Reviews
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12 Reviews Added on September 9, 2011 Last Updated on September 11, 2011 AuthorShalini Dinesh (Poet's World)Irving, TXAboutTo walk along the shore, leaving behind the footprints for the sea waves to tickle, the cool water washing your legs as you walk by, gentle breeze whiffing your cheek and mildly wavering .. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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