Who was a ‘Good Sculptor’ ?
The sun went to sleep
My think which was deep
The moon spread its light
My eye saw the bright
The river was obstructed by the dam
But my think was obstructed by the damsel
Yes I saw the bright
But it was not the moon light
Damsel’s bare body bright
That was cool to my sight
She stood at a long apart
Really she was wonderful art
No motion no action on her body
I drank the sour toddy
My feelings were pulled by her beauty
I got angry because of my filthy
I toddled and toddled towards her
Because of her fair
I hugged and kissed her lip
Again and again kissed from bottom to tip
But her body was hard and tough
Her breast was tough and bluff
I got fatigue and fell on her bosom
The day was blossom
I woke up by the heat of the sun
I laughed because of the fun
Yes she was a statue
I laughed because of the statue
What a skillful sculptor
Really he was a “Good Sculptor”.
— JOVIA.
28.04.1990.
