POTTER WHEEL OF TIME
I
Life constantly moulds clay,
Of soft malleable moments,
On the potter wheel of Time,
With ease of a child's play.
With expert skilled hands,
Carves intricate beautiful patterns,
Of feelings, desires and emotions,
On many pots of varying shapes.
Then baked in the kiln of Time,
Coloured with grey-black experiences,
Finished and varnished with Hope,
They store single bits of life.
II
Forgotten they lay long,
Forgotten in the attic of Mind,
Only there they belong,
Till heart looks behind,
Or when incessant drumming of rain,
Play the symphony of nature
And drug soul into a trance,
Easing all its strain,
Or in some lonely hour,
When tranquility resides face,
These imperfect pieces of art,
Re-enact Life's different acts.
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