A builder builded a temple he wrought it with grace & skill pillars & groins & arches all fashioned to work his will men said as the saw it's beauty, "it shall never know decay great is thy skill o builder! thy fame shall endure for aye!" A mother builded a temple with loving & infinite care planning each arch with patience lying each stone with prayer None praised her unceasing efforts none knew of her wonderous plan for the temple the mother builded was unseen by the eyes of man Gone is the builder's temple crumpled into the dust low lies each stately pillar food for consuming rust but the temple the mother builded will last while the ages roll for that beautiful unseen temple was a child's immortal soul वरील कवितेवर आधारीत माझी कविता - कलाकार घडवे सुघड मूर्ती ओतुनी आपुले कौशल्य पणास लावे कसब सारे कणकणात डोलवे चैतन्य||१|| रंगरंगोटी जरी करीतसे करीतसे कलेची कुसर जरी परंतु कालांतराने तरी माती होतसे मूर्ती तरीही||२|| जननी घडवे घडा सुबकसा राऊळातील जणू कलश असे कठोर संयम, त्याग, शिस्त अन अथक परीश्रम त्यात वसे||३|| अनंत काळापर्यंत उजळे अलौकीक तेजाने तो घडा देई स्फूर्ती, चैतन्य, आदर्श जगास अपुल्या आचरणा||४|| कलाकार दिसतसे जगासी माता जरी ती दिसत नसे जगतावरचे बहुमोलाचे मातेचे ऋण फिटत नसे||५||