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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
The Poetic Syndrome 