What did Shilpi the sculptor , on that long-ago day,
Want his magnificent monolith goddess to say?
On the profile to the right- the brow is drawn down:
Mouth straight, cheek stiff: the whole face a-frown.
Did he mean it was only the fear of god’s wrath
That kept men on the straight and narrow path?
But come over to the left- the mouth curves up–so!
The eye radiates laugh-lines, the whole face is a-glow!
Modern man believes in a deity that says-
“I love you and forgive you, you are my children at play.”
From straight ahead that divine face is calmly serene
Is focused on the distance, on something unseen.
What skill, what chutzpah had that sculptor unknown
To portray the development of our intellect in stone!
The journey of mankind through adolescent joys and sorrows–
Its progress to an infinite, rich series of tomorrows!