I am a lump of clay, <br />and you are the potter; <br />Though I am a tool in your hands, <br />you love me and give various shapes. <br /> <br />Don't make me a toy, <br />used for children's joy; <br />For they will tamper with, <br />my beauty and injure me. <br /> <br />Don't make me an idol, <br />worshipped by people; <br />Coz they might desecrate me <br />when all I want is holiness. <br /> <br />Don't make me a decorative piece <br />used to embellish museums; <br />for toadies would flatter me <br />and lavish me with unwanted praise. <br /> <br />Make me a beacon <br />that will end sorrow's darkness <br />by flooding light of happiness <br />and act as a signal of love!<br /><br />koyel mitra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beacon-2/
