! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Potter's Wheel! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by Mamta Agarwal
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Potter's Wheel! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
At times the only warmth, colour
Touch, contact, fragrance
Comes from a steaming
Cup of tea.
Hugging it,
Am transported
To the world
Of the potter
Who lovingly gave
It shape with
His warm hands
On the wheel.
Chose a green motif
Of Peepul leaf
To decorate it
And then baked and
Glazed it.
Let go
Of his loving conception
And fabrication.
As I held it,
His passion and warmth
Rubbed off on me.
Now it was mine.
I hadn’t seen him;
Gazing at that piece of earth
Through my misty eyes
I realised.
He was part of me-
There is inter-being.
.... He was part of me......; mamta, to me, that is the way one transcends higher and higher to the Eternal Truth, through compassion. This poem expresses the subtle layers of your mind.
last line holds the essence of it all... how many times do we feel connected to things we had never seen... only a person with pure heart can do so.. a lovely write with a deep meaning..
and the tea is bit salty...... mud being mixed with tears and sweat..............
wonderful lyric poem, thank you for sharing..............10++++++
A class apart. I loved the way you have opened this poem and then blended the opening with the last stanza to bestow this poem with a deep sense of inter-being as you call it.
World class and so very profound. We are only clay in the warm Hands of the eternal Potter. Praise for your wonderful insight. Fondest regards, Sandra
this is a wonderful poem mamta ma'm.....it's so amazing that you can create poetry from the things that might not inspire others to write... You are a wonderful poet...10+
Beautiful poem, Mamta. Wheel is revolving and soul of the potter's artistry peeping through your thoughts. Regards Naseer
Mamtaji, I too like tea or coffee in a cup rather than in a steel tumbler. It gives a different taste and aroma. And your poem takes us deep and deeper into a kind of sentiment we all attatched to the clay cups. Very tasty poem indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Lovely thoughts expressed in this poem...how many of us think of the potter who created the cup or the bowl from which we sip a welcome drink....10