Somewhere from the depths,
a native atavistic urge
The rain-washed streets disturb
bringing memories of the distant past and the unforgotten
A voice crying inside
"We are the stone cutters."
"the builders and the destroyers "
"We destroy what we build."
"We destroy ourselves."
The atmosphere, too, sharing,
the sounds of laughter of the primitive!
They all seem to be alive
Alive inside me
I am the stone cutter.
The rain-washed streets disturb
bringing memories of the distant past and the unforgotten
A voice crying inside
"We are the stone cutters."
"the builders and the destroyers "
"We destroy what we build."
"We destroy ourselves."
The atmosphere, too, sharing,
the sounds of laughter of the primitive!
They all seem to be alive
Alive inside me
I am the stone cutter.
This poem is written by Daya Balaji
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