We sculpt our idols on our own
from the stone we carve and chisel
with our believes,
roads that we pave,
fields that we plow,
farms that we glow with hues and yellows,
brimming over our lands our dreams
and our canvases,
to make the image of ourselves,
to meet,
the image of
ourselves!
An image that is unknown to our consciousness,
yet, our hearts
beats restlessly only for its sake,
yet, we sleepwalk towards it every second
of our wakefulness.
