Once upon a time there was a statue
with a breath and a heart
Standing alone, breathing in Time
Tick-tocking the presence of Life.

The statue was neither happy nor sad
Just a breathing hearted marble
Without trouble, without desire
A plain witness to the circle of life.

One day a boy stared at it, and cried out
I’d swear I hear a beat … … …
I’d swear I hear a sigh … … …
No doubt, this statue is alive.

He laid his burden by its feet
Pencils and markers and some drawing sheet
His talented hands danced with the paints
Capturing life in light and shades.

As the night unfolded its veil
The boy curled up and rested happy
The statue was standing ecstatic
Bewitched by the boy’s creation
Mesmerized by its own reflection.

With bated breath and a silenced heart
Felt all the colours penetrating the marble
Charging its body, filling the lungs … … …
She burst into tears for unprecedented love.

Once upon a time there was a statue
With a breath and a heart
Standing alone, breathing in Time
Aware of the meaning of Life … … …