When the Clay Pot talked

by Asha Nigam

I am a Clay Pot,

Clay through and through.

I let you Use,

Use me for water, Use me for milk,

Adorn me and Grace me

Your Precious life Through.

I am a Clay Pot,

Oops, slipped from a child’s

Shaky hands.

Ah, the mother reaching

In haste to save Me from his

Tender tiny hands.

I am the Clay Pot,

Shattered though now,

Spreading my Clay

Over all the place.

I am a Clay Pot,

An Appearance only, In

Your Imaginary Graceful Ways.

Clay my Truth, Eternal,

Your Sublime Grace Divine.

Image Copyright - Asha Nigam

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