It's the purpose

It was years,

And, the Sculptor's scrupulous efforts had no bounds. 

It was years,

And yet, the statue in the making, had made no sounds.

One fine day, the Sculptor's Chisel slipped, crashing and crushing the statue, making hard dent.

The "yet to be a statue", went through the aftereffects, unknown of the ways to amend.

The Sculptor cried loud, "How could I ?", raising his hands up and looking at them, in distress.

Unable to take care of the shock, still figuring, "why?" and looking at the dent, feeling helpless.

And Imagine what happened? 

The helpless look of the Sculptor, turned to surprise!

The lifeless statue had turned to life.

The dent, had brought real tears, not even in the sculptor's, but even in the, "statue's" eyes.

Here is the lesson, to all lives, surfacing in might. 

For LIFE TO EMERGE, experiences might come that wouldn't seem right.

What looks like a mistake done, might just be an existential play in action, 

What looks like a mishap or misfortune, might have a larger purpose hidden.