Straw figures
yet to be smeared with clay
occupy his tattered studio.
Sun shafts seeping in
form luminous spots on floor,
on the frameworks.
Flouting stillness,
a sparrow family
flutter and frolic
around the mighty arms.
My India - III
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Another great poem which could certainly be extended! Is the last paragraph in reference to a statue?
Yes, thanks, I feel I missed an article there. Now it's edited. I hope the meaning is clearer? Smiles.