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The traveller from the antique land makes a diary entry about his feelings about Ozymandias’ broken statue buried in the dust and what he has learnt from it. As a traveller and write the diary entry in about 80-100 words

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Answered by AngelT
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Dear Diary,
25feb,2018

l was amazed to see two vast and trunkless legs of stone standing on a pedestal in the desert. Near them there lay a broken human face. The human face had expressions of arrogance, frown and sneer of cold command. The sculptor who carved this statue was really an intelligent artist.He had truly understood these expressions and had carved them in stone. His mocking these and the heart which nurtured these were clearly visible in the expressions of the statue.
I was extremely taken aback to see the pedestal which had the writing : "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings. Lookat my works and despair". Truly, the message was loud and clear. All around that statue the boundless sands stretched far away.
The message was that one's emotions or a king's power are food of time and Nature. Ozymandias had understood it but it was too late. Now his destiny or the destiny of even the mightiest was symbolised by the broken statue and the sands
yours faithfully
Ben
Answered by vikram991
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Date : 29 June 2019

(Saturday)

Dear Diary,

i once travelled to a far off place where ancient civilisations used to exist. In the desert I came across a broken statue that was lying in the sand. The face that was lying in the sand had very stern and powerful look. The sculptor had done a good job of capturing the exact expression on the face of the person to whom the statue belonged. The look was that of disdain and contempt for others. The words written on the statue were quite ironical as compared to the condition of the statue. The words were " My name is Ozymandias, king of kings, Look upon my work, ye mighty and despair" Only his broken statue bears evidence to his strength now. I was reminded of man's mortality, pride and honour gets destroyed by time leaving behind art.

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