On the Pedlar’s Street, there was a pedestalmade out of funny, crooked stone,upon which, stood a bent man’s sculpture-his solemn look quite chilling to the bone.The inscription said he was the first to sellaround those parts, his peddled wares;that he died both hungry and miserable,and with a great many cares...One night, as th' merchants packed… Continue reading The Soul Inside The Statue
ईशा वास्यम् इदं सर्वम्
Ishaisms 