Beware of a perch lofty you might call. <br />A marble pedestal, howso tall still, <br />A prison is shorn of a red brick wall, <br />Condemned to live so all life in ill deal. <br /> <br />A chunk of granite, not yet sculpted bust, <br />Lives in hope of infinite potential— <br />Chiselled, nor yet on a pedestal just— <br />A sculpted one’s in prison perennial. <br /> <br />Many a man on pedestal I know <br />Who little all life long did ever grow, <br />Seated cosy whereso to which they owe, <br />Chair of prestige, easy from which they fall. <br /> Created if of stones or bricks as wall, <br /> Pedestal still a prison is no small! <br />_________________________________________________ <br /> - Sonnets | 06.08.07 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pedestal-still-a-prison-is/
