Potter

“She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.”

― J.M. Storm

A ball of sagging clay in your hands

taking shapes

between the ridges of your fingers

getting knead by your

bony knuckles of the long taloned hand

those slender fingers

which only an artist adores

You shape and mold me

and put indentations

gives shapes to my dreams and desires

and cover up the cracks

the unforgiving time has left in me

You pinch and prick and

accentuate the

beauty laying hidden in my soul

for the whole world to  see

in its grandeur

and makes those wavy patterns

those ripples in time

the sweet memories

which stays,

etched in my mind

You baked and caked me in the

hard harrowing oven

to stress those lessons

which infuse the

everlasting shine in me

and makes me a masterpiece

for the world to see.

 

–Megha

 

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