Have you observed an earthen pot,
out in the shiny sun so hot?
It teaches to value what we got,
and give to those who have not.
Out of soft clay it is made,
the potter's hand smells of it.
Shaped as the Maker did bade,
with imagination and scorching heat.
Like all minds innocent and true,
the clay also takes its form.
Some with love, some with rue,
shapes a human in society's norm.
Some crack, some pots break,
while rest with use carry on.
Some humans are a mental wreck,
and rest leave a mark and move on.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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