It’s a storeroom of statues
Near the extention of Aravallies,
A little room of twenty nine statues
The little store keeper is restless
He sits on his chair
Then stands up.
He keeps his specs and dusting brush
And attempts to liven up the statues
To make them viceless humans
(Vice less humans ?...ha! ha! ha! ha!)
Again he waves his hands,
The statues are statues
No movements...
Let me tell you a secret,
The statues would come to life
Only when the keeper would leave
He mutters something now
Counts the statues
Leaves…
The statues brighten up now,
The cheer, the laugh,the shout
It’s an interesting show
The door opens now,
Enter another statue…
In the storeroom,
My Classroom…I a statue
- Jayasri
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