On thy face is thy palm <br />In thy soul is a great calm <br /> <br />In thoughts deep you are lost <br />Peep through always into the frost <br /> <br /> Have become eternal your this gaze <br />To looker on always amaze <br /> <br />Thy sitting posture, changes not <br />And pretty gesture with love fraught <br /> <br />By praising your smile poets and sages <br />Have become famous and earned wages <br /> <br />No body knows what these rows <br />On thy forehead something shows <br /> <br />Perhaps About man you are worried <br />In his thought are you buried? <br /> <br />Your lips are bound but they sound <br />A foresight of, sweeping change around <br /> <br />When love would be reside in all <br />No casualty and no death toll <br /> <br />People will live in close relations <br />All around with peace, would be the nations<br /><br />akram saqib<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-statue-2/
