Mamta Agarwal - ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Potter's wheel! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

At times the only warmth, colour
Touch, contact, fragrance
Comes from a steaming
Cup of tea.

Hugging it,
Am transported
To the world
Of the potter
Who lovingly gave
It shape with
His warm hands
On the wheel.

Chose a green motif
Of Peepul leaf
To decorate it
And then baked and
Glazed it.

Let go
Of his loving conception
And fabrication.
As I held it,
His passion and warmth
Rubbed off on me.

Now it was mine.
I hadn’t seen him;
Gazing at that piece of earth
Through my misty eyes
I realised.
He was part of me-
There is inter-being.

Mamta Agarwal

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