She walks, she laughs, a lingering eye;
She runs, she cries, a marvelous sight.
She seems so scared, yet pays no heed;
From dusk till dawn, she needs no leave.
For once she ran, a futile try;
She stays, she bears, the sparkling eyes.
For she can't walk, her feet's are chained;
Yet she smiles on pouring rains.
Every once, she laughs to her hearts content;
For that was the rule whenever a person was sent.
Even if tried, she feels nothing;
For she only sees, and means nothing.
Yet she stays to serve her role;
Finding happiness for others' soul.
I watch her everyday, on my way to work;
Seeing her resolve, I question my worth.
For she sees and bears, what others couldn't;
While I complain for what I shouldn't.
Once a girl came, crossing the street;
And then approached, me so still.
Then asked, ''Does that statue smile or cry?'';
"Look my dear, what's in her eye."
- Prateek Kumar Tripathi
YOU ARE READING
The Singing Statue
PoetryOn a pedestal, do you have the freedom to express yourself? Giving hope even when afraid. You can't laugh nor cry yet people expect something from you. What do you do when you can say nothing but have to see everything?
