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Mouldings of clay

Few see light

Most just dust away

The potter uses his imaginary might

His skill at full display

But how does he feel when it doesn’t quite turn out his way

Does he want it out of sight

Does he prefer ending his creation’s time without a neigh

Or does he strive, put up a fight

Against his conscience which is already in dismay

Hoping against all odds his creation will shine bright

For all I know, A Potter up there also looks at his creations this way

Hoping against all odds, amidst disbelief

That each creation of his will help lift his head high some day

– Aks

*Photograph credits are also with the author