Beware of a perch lofty you might call.
A marble pedestal, howso tall still,
A prison is shorn of a red brick wall,
Condemned to live so all life in ill deal.

A chunk of granite, not yet sculpted bust,
Lives in hope of infinite potential—
Chiselled, nor yet on a pedestal just—
A sculpted one’s in prison perennial.

Many a man on pedestal I know
Who little all life long did ever grow,
Seated cosy whereso to which they owe,
Chair of prestige, easy from which they fall.
Created if of stones or bricks as wall,
Pedestal still a prison is no small!
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- Sonnets | 06.08.07 |

Aniruddha Pathak

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