koyel mitra - The Beacon

I am a lump of clay,
and you are the potter;
Though I am a tool in your hands,
you love me and give various shapes.

Don't make me a toy,
used for children's joy;
For they will tamper with,
my beauty and injure me.

Don't make me an idol,
worshipped by people;
Coz they might desecrate me
when all I want is holiness.

Don't make me a decorative piece
used to embellish museums;
for toadies would flatter me
and lavish me with unwanted praise.

Make me a beacon
that will end sorrow's darkness
by flooding light of happiness
and act as a signal of love!

koyel mitra

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