Dancing with Statues

Ayush Peddireddi
Nov 4 · 1 min read

Head held high, goal defy

Stature short, deny consort

Flesh turned stone, deity grown

Peace within me, freedom to thee


Start with the rivets, in neat order lain

Once proudly supported, now rust and strained

Move to the die, then sand till worn

The words past sweet, today laced scorn


Grasp Hope’s hammer and Cupid’s chisel

Memory’s marble shall cease to startle

Slow erosion, rain tears can drizzle

While removing the faded rose laurel


At long last, behold the bare base

The final link to erase all trace

From the ashes of regret spawns a new dawn

The icon in my breast, never quite gone.

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