THE SOUND OF SOMEONE CARVING A SCULPUTRE

In every rock resides
A forest of humans;
Those who run away
from history
rests in the rocks -
Rubbing eyes
against the inner walls
Keen ears
tuned towards
the new world’s sounds.

The sculptors
with sharp chisels
mallets and axes
scream like savage hunters -
carve in to stones…
The searching eyes
The seeking ears
The legs which ran
and ran
and got expelled
from the records
The hearts
Still burning
Like flames –
Humans Humans Humans

Sculptors say
real humans
are inside rocks
When their friends,wives and children moan
When they say what a good soul
Was the parted one
What a great loss … at once
We here the sound of someone
Carving a sculpture
in the surroungings
and it goes on…
In invisibility
In quietness
Emerges a statue…
Everybody needs
Evidences
Nowadays
It is hard to make
some people
even believe
that you used
to be here ;
Lived here.

The artist
Who went
Into his rock art
Was shocked
Seeing the jungle
Of humans
And wanted
To find someone
To show this wonder
But got lost -
He ran frantically
In every way
To get out
Of that great forest
Of humans
Inside rocks.
But a what can be done
By a meister
Trapped in own sculpture ?

Tune your ears
To a stone please
And hear the sound
Of that sculptor
Searching the way out…

(Translation by S.Stalina Bhai)