Saturday, 29 April 2017

The Craftsman

Every rock bears the inscriptions,
Of your sweet fragrance,
Through your sturdy hands
You mastered the art to make ,
Impressive the artefact,
I searched your feelings,
Playing in your hammer ,
to gravel it, in the huge stones,
The design shrieks with intense pain,
Every line carved with powerful emotion,
Chants of your unflinching passion,
your honest devotion to perfection,
Smoothly you crave, smoothly you hide tears,
Smoothly you paint your laughter,
The etching sound echo in the meadows,
The lines wrought by shovel,
Remarkably visible from distant places,
People didn’t visualise your depth,
They stress on the laurels you achieved,
But I assume your traumatic state,
That nourished your craving to an adorable stage.

1 comment:

  1. "I assume your traumatic state,
    That nourished your craving to an adorable stage". True, very nice finish

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