My Maasai Sculpture
I have a companion
in my house
who doesn't talk,
eat, drink or move
No, don't think it's
an apparition
or a television....
....don't think it's
my rusty-aged bicycle
that's about to head
to the recycle
plant.....
Yes, it's my Maasai
Moran sculpture,
beautiful in nature!
Though I eat, drink,
laugh, think and dream,
my companion's
smile gleams
with radiance that
will last throughout its
sculpture life
A smile that will never
in any single age
turn into a frown,
solemn or angry expression
A smile that
always will be
as steady as the Sun,
and as dazzling
as a rainbow
enveloping a waterfall....
NB: Published in my book, "Painting of Life in Poetry"
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