Journey Of A Potter…
Lived my life with wonders of Nature
Had lots of hopes and dreams that I nurtured…
Felt the earth how it was warm and cold,
Grew up exploring and trusted His creation…
In this workshop of life I lived through temptations
To create something I was blessed with hands,
A mind of my own with all sorts of plans…
Every day was different and life so colorful,
So many things around and shapes so beautiful.
Living through life that changed from day to night,
We were just spinning with time wrong to right…
The spinning cycle graced me to be a potter,
Playing with the clay nothing to plead…
My hands added some water starting to knead…
Building pots to shapes smoothing the edges up,
Molded some into big and some to small cups…
Believing in me and His creation,
He gave me also an ability to create my version…
Life was not easy as I forgot to see my face,
My dreams spinning with the pots were at stake…
The wrinkles on my hands and my fate I did not choose,
It was just my dreams , my creations and nothing to lose…
Now I can only handle so much as I am old,
My painful knuckles cannot make pots of gold..
Spinning with time I was once very strong.
Now the heat of the sun I cannot bare for long…
The clay clinging to my fingers one day,
Will squeeze me within to blend in such a way…
I will come back spinning in someone’s hands.
Altogether in a new shape and in a new land…
Pimmi Nag © 2016
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