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Vaibhav Varun, 29 października 2011

Masterpiece

Let it curve, Let it carve,
Let it swirl, Let it twirl,
Let me hit, Let me love a bit,
Let me crawl, Let me calm at all,
I use a blur piece of rock,
I use some imagination from my stock,
I look at figure after my deed,
I look at fruit before it's seed,
I take a rock; 'price-less',
I make it a statue; 'priceless',
I tease, I crease,
I create a masterpiece,
And give it a monsoon effect,
With almost no possible defect.

Oh God! I make millions,
Statues! I already did trillions,
I make a non-person,
Look more beautiful than excursion,
But what about me?
Then came a voice from nowhere I could see,
Son, the way you take a simple piece,
And turn it into a masterpiece,
The same way,
There'll be one day,
When you'll become statue from an uncarved rock,
Taking some values from my stock,
And then I'll say, I tease, I crease,
I created a masterpiece!