the stone lay barren
i chisseld my hammer
i prayed a prayer
and it began to shape
i carved in the
wide eyes
lined with khol
filled the colour
made from the ghee
from the nector milk
that my cow
gave
whom i nursed
with the choicest grains
and jaggery
cultivated in the
best soil
by my own hands
in the sunny afternoons
nourished
with water from ganga
river yamuna
holy saraswati
i gave shape to the formless
the stone spoke today
through the khol lined eyes
my stone deserves the best
as it came to life
and merged with divine