Treasure Island

M.D Dinesh Nair

(Thrissur/Vijayawada)

A Clay God For You


I saw a dream
In that a potter was making a clay toy
And it had the face of some God!
Not that of West or East
And nor that of Man or Brute.

He breathed life into it
And its heart began beating!
It had two seeing eyes,
Two hearing ears and a smelling nose
But it had no mouth!

I saw the potter now standing up
And holding the clay toy up above his head
He flew into the sky
Where he placed the God with face downward!
Then he jumped onto a hill down in the earth.

A God of the finest making He was
And He began working soon
The way He ought to have ever and ever
And the green planet now let out a cry of joy!
It was reverberating unto times immemorial.

The potter the who made the clay God
Had faces infinite in number
And I thought one would look like mine
But by then my dream had ended
And I had tears rolling down my face.

Submitted: Saturday, March 15, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 19, 2014

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This God has no mouth as He does not eat or speak.. If man is heard speaking to God he is perhaps praying. But if the same man hears God speaking to him in return, he is certainly mad..

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  • Indranil Bhaduri (3/23/2014 2:34:00 AM)

    Very different approach..highly thought-provoking. Still trying to make my mindset prepared for writing such wonderful pieces. Thank you sir. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (3/17/2014 7:05:00 AM)

    The pot calling the kettle black and a bad worker always blaming his tools are the idiomatic expressions we are all familiar with Diane. Here the kettle has to possess what it ought to ever and the the fullness of the pot cannot be targetted instead, I too mean to say. (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (3/17/2014 6:10:00 AM)

    Non-believers are sometimes accused of playing God, which is a case of the pot calling the kettle black I think (not sure if you're familiar with that expression) . A fascinating take on a familiar theme. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (3/16/2014 9:09:00 AM)

    This God is put into life out of a wishful thinking. Mouth is meant to eat with and I think He never has to eat to keep His body and soul together. A God using mouth to speak is obviously ridiculous as before the Alpha He never had a chance or need to speak to any one. Valsa madam, if I were to dream like that I would be a different human being which I cannot afford to think of..
    Thank you all. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (3/16/2014 1:58:00 AM)

    I don't understand why the God of your dreams doesn't have a mouth... Perhaps even without a mouth, He can utter sweet words of love, concern and consolation!

    Dreams are a projection of your own thoughts... Dinesh! So next time when you go to sleep, try to coceive of a God so loving and kind and I am sure you will have a God uttering endearing words to you in your dream! (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (3/15/2014 6:09:00 PM)

    Made of clay and speechless - just about sums 'God' up, I would say. Very poignant Dinesh. (Report) Reply

  • Rajesh Thankappan (3/15/2014 11:17:00 AM)

    A charming poem that set me thinking. Yet I feel, that it is not man who created God but it is the other way round. And why is the God having no mouth? Perhaps, it is due to the reason that He does not directly interfere in man's everyday affairs. (Report) Reply

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