The stones have become my cage <br />the sculptor made the face <br />the chisel sculpted the shape <br />the erect body was made <br /> <br />I waited for the completion <br />my breath inside the stone <br />the sculptor failed to catch <br />the wind blew the scrap <br /> <br />My life got sculpted <br />under the stone, encircled <br />the air to make it a vaccum <br />and the beating inside the sculpture.<br /><br />Mubeen Sadhika<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-sculpture/
