Unsteadily first revolves the pot maker’s wheel <br />With tremulous hands, he searches what’s not there. <br />His fingers reach out for mud and mud for him. <br />Emptiness forms on both sides of the mud <br />In the beautiful expanse of his patience, <br />He endures to retrieve the shape of earth, long forgotten <br />Amidst, he along with birds chirps <br />Something like an ancient hymn.<br /><br />subodh pandey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pot-maker/
