Sculpt me Sphinx
Pelleting sand dunes
Or
a Taj on a swollen bricks
But still
I will weep my hands, for
what work I did
as a mason
was
A cry of my wailing soul
Wish
I could have saved time
Unlearning the art
and, thus
Saving my time
As a valuable member of my family
and, not a mason by name
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An excursion into the ethereal and a searing glance into the consciousness of someone from another time and place.
So much thanks for your precious comments dear Sir Louis Kasatkin.
A short but incisive poem dealing with the theme of regret.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair ji.
A time-travel of consciousness of a mason who is regretting on what he has done in the past actually he regrets on what he did get from that instead of his hard work.
A great poem indeed.
Humbled, and so much thanks dear Sir Jagdish Singh Ramana ji.