well collected, refined and sterilized,
but still found useless for its restless wandering.
I shouted at the mud ‘’statue’’ in synthetic anger
and surprisingly it was found obedient and playful too
in transforming it into a colossal statue
and enabling it to witness
the colors of all doors and windows-
situated nearby or far away
and to comment on the running stories-
conceived and written in each and every moment.
Alas! The game was stopped
as the statue started melting by its own tears
and became a heap of mud again very soon
making itself blind, deaf and dumb
to the weeping world as witnessed by the statue.