The Statues may stand tall,
In the moments Brief and Peak,
Of those cleverly heightened!
Why attempt to Glorify,
Those human accomplishments?
That are situational & limited,
Than that of their own GODs!
Those statues gets Stalled,
Stalked and Stoned apart,
Failing the long tested journeys,
Of Tireless and Eternal Time!
Like effigies they are Burnt,
And crushed to powders,
By opinions Alike & Contrast!
Efforts Physical & Financial,
Wasted for a wrong cause,
Leave aside the Irony of shame!
Their famed Names and Tales,
May have cherished ever and ever,
Surviving the Tides of Time,
If not for their Life-less Statues!
Their Soul doesn't stand a chance,
For Liberation & Solitude;
As it is still imprisoned in,
The physical statues of limit!
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A refined poetic imagination, Naga. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.