I need no approval of yours,
Nor do I need that you may recognize,
For all my trusted creations,
Are truly from heart of mine.
I can't trade back my thumb,
As Dronacharya required,
No it will be too big a price,
Statue should be paid back in stone.
Anything more than this,
Would be too far fetched a price,
Stones should be paid back in stone,
Stone should be stones prize.
My dreams and inspiration's,
Never touched the realms of earth,
Even if they descended,
Thy never considered me worth.
May be they were hewed out of stone,
May be they were perfection petrified,
Stones are worthy in this world
Hearts get petrified.
In this poem I intend to clarify that all my poems are my works that need no approval of of its inspiration's. As most of my inspiration's have been stone to me. Though made of flesh yet to me stone. Stones whom I loved remained stones forever.