Storyteller,
O mighty silent one!
How you amaze, with just presence
You behold and hold
In the face of invasions and what not
You dont boast or brag
Nor you pull or drag
You see the things as they are
And all you do is to be present
And involved
To the level of zenith..
Storyteller,
O mighty silent one!
How did you feel when they carved you
And sculpted their lives and times on you
You bore chisels and hammers
To carry this immense beauty..
You seem to be lighter now
Or do you feel heavy ?
I got questions, O storyteller,
Why dont you speak to me!!
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