One day a sculptor came ,when I was a mere clump of mud
He sculpted me with his heavenly care,
But once I was sculpted he left me in the sun
After I was ready, I thought he would come
But to my dismay, he never returned
Soon the rain and wind came but he didn't return
I was left alone from then to dry in sun,
But now my strength has all gone , I am becoming mud
But still ther eis no trace of him
& I still wish he would return
Even today I weep and cry for him and still my heart bleeds
But still my sculptor hasn't come to
Protect me from the world....
