TEARS OF AN ARTIFICER

Each time when the words proclaiming your fame,

Floated through the air, dashed into his eardrum,

His inner being felt triumphant and got ecstatic,

Tears automatically rolled down his cheeks,

As a testimony of contentment and pleasure,

Of a dedicated aficionado and a sincere artificer.

His heart flashes back to the past occurrences,

When he applied, chisel-hammer on your countenance,

To beautify your idol and the instruments hit harder,

On his own soul and injured deeper his own core.

He recalled how he painted you with colors of his emotions,

Using the brush of his heart with utmost honest devotions.

He reminded the time when he was smiling with contentment,

Witnessing a smile on your face and toiled to make it more radiant.

He cleaned off the tears in the pretension of wiping sweat,

Before it came to the notice of the massive turnout,

To avoid it from being understood as the tears of a lover,

As they were, the pearls of ‘dream come true’ of an artificer

Whose soul lives and dies with the success of his art,

Smiles and cries with the fortune of his artifact.