throbbing with living beauty
sun moon star studded
on the vast canopy of sky
shading the earth for life’s
perpetual celebration.
But your intemperate mind
saw death in everything
you broke the statue
which you never made
scorched the earth
to divide in maps
you made the statue a quarry
to sell chips of starlike glow
at tinsel market places.
The statues you make
The Bamiyan Buddha,
Konark, Somnath are
fodder to time’s ants:
now you stare at them
standing like statues
nerveless listless dead.
Come my dears be Human
put the stars in their place
make the green earth whole
for that is your role
to celebrate life here;
for man is a speaking statue
The greatest ever made.
Sabita Sahu
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