The hands that carved it

With caution
delicately
he worked
on the details
carved
the torso
the limbs
the face
he stood back
stared at his creation
perfect
he hesitated
age old belief
a flawless statue
comes to life
his hand on his chisel
delicately
carved the right eye
a little bigger
disgruntled
he worked on it
until satisfied
he retired for the night
he dreamt it
in all its regal
dancing to the beats
of the drum
a knock on the door
dawned with the morning light
they came in a truck
paid for it
they worshipped
danced
to the beats of the drum
later next day
they abandoned it
in a nearby river

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3 thoughts on “The hands that carved it

  1. This poem was inspired by an abandoned statue of a God after a recent Hindu Festival. It’s a tradition to submerge the statue in a river; however, I kept thinking of the hands that carved it and how many masterpieces are forgotten before the creator is recognised. And sometimes any kind of art comes with a price tag, even if it is going to be abandoned.

    @Charles, I am sorry I haven’t been able to read your blog recently. I am not home and I am very busy. I will update myself as soon as I get back. 🙂

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