A Sculptor's Tale
“Avant garde”, whispered some as he walks past,
Cacophony around, still he seemed lost!
Her face haunts his thoughts, an anomaly in the lot!
Touched by Hephaestus, an artisan bonafide,
Its deja vu, he Sculpts; In past she hides!
With unbearable ennui, he chisels away,
He’s no dilettante, art is his only “way”!
He brought back the baroque style from time,
Just so her grace and elan could be mimed!
To believe is hard, muse has carte blanche on sculptor’s heart!
20/01/2018
Copyright © Mansi Sharma | Year Posted 2018
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