The Sad Sculpture: A Tale

Walking past the campus gate, 

I saw her motionless with a fate;

Yet, the sad sculpture was very fair,

Inspiring the students with good cheer;

I meet her every day during my recess,

And she silently greets me with 'success '.

Once I felt something strange,'

That she and I were similar in a range;

'The emotionless sculpture feels lonely? 

Concealing all her feelings in wholly?'

I simply ignored her being clueless,

Foolishly considering that she is lifeless.

Being the old concrete form of Nature,

She strived silently to make her stay firmly mature;

And despite being at the third remove from reality,

She searched in inscrutable ways for the possibility;

To survive among the fittest and run,

Amidst the violence of the wild sun.

One day I sensed her smile,

And I watched her from within a mile;

She said nothing, still,

An unknown fear clothed me with a chill,

Oh, no! I am not ready to send off my friend,

Am I going to lose another friend?

I hurried to stop them but,

There she proudly stood with a cut;

Oh, no! My beloved mate!

Nearby the campus gate, 

With an eerie silence of Hell,

Bidding me a cherished farewell.