If You are the desert
where ozymandias
was lying with cold looks
I am anxious to meet your master
Yes, the sculptor
Who is simply absent in the landscape
Yet the sweet obsession of all
who look at the emperor
and his vanished regime
How many Ozymandiases
We are adoring even today
With some perceptive artist
around us!
Bhartendu Second
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