Built myself br in the bricks of Robert Frost br so much sculpture br so much finery br but the artisan in me failed. br br Did the Artisan failed in me. br br The old lady br widowed at ninety br loves her husband br loves her life br loves her bangles too. br None can say her insane. br br I br wanted to be a blade of grass br couldn’t be a dropp of dew br a Konark is in me br I am in the unbuilt part too. br br Monks and myths chant br that Artisan’s name br who makes not br what I love br but br what He thinks br and what He is not.