A STATUE

On thy face is thy palm

In thy soul is a great calm

In thoughts deep you are lost

Peep through always into the frost

Have become eternal your this gaze

To looker on always amaze

Thy sitting posture, changes not

And pretty gesture with love fraught

By praising your smile poets and sages

Have become famous and earned wages

No body knows what these rows

On thy forehead something shows

Perhaps About man you are worried

In his thought are you buried?

Your lips are bound but they sound

A foresight of, sweeping change around

When love would be reside in all

No casualty and no death toll

People will live in close relations

All around with peace, would be the nations