I have done the sin

 

Mother, I have done the sin,
I cant feel what they feel within.
Am an artist made of stone.
Blind, like the sun in the night,
walking on a road with holes.
I cant feel the colors.
That differs a skin from the other.

Noise, like a swarm of bees in the wind,
I cant hear the music.
In temples, and mosques,All appears to be the same.

words, like a woman born in the sea,
I cant listen to the song of the grass.
When mountains and stone share the same sky,
I cant see languages cry.
For I am just a stone.

An incorrect artist to the rights of the world.

[Courtesy= Gururaj Raghavendra

Sony salma Priyadarshin]