Sculptor

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The stone was crying for life in lonely land requesting all travellers to come and attire him to whiff soul in him to make him laugh to make him dance wanted to see himself in different face. The sculptor made him alive with his skilled hand to sing dance and to laugh. Stone lying mute in barren is now visited with entry now more valuable and is now radiance of park and garden. The sculptor has written his poetry on stone of barren land with his loveliness melody and mirth which is to remain for ages if not dismantled. The sculptor has trimmed the stone with his vision chisel and hammer as if thread of breath is carved and the stone asks every guy to come and speak with him. The sculptor has made it possible that beauty of stone reflects every guy The great sculptor is He who has made us all.

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