Fingers moulding wet earth
Pottery is truly magical
A new art takes birth
It's purely natural and not chemical
Coiling and pinching
Gently pressing the clay
Stable and not flinching
Painting with colours gay
Spinning mud on the wheel
With near perfection
Pottery requires zeal
With infinite affection
It needs full concentration
No scope for distraction
Connecting with the earth, a new sensation
Not shifting gaze, even for a fraction
Finally subjecting the clay to fire
And transforming it into an art of desire.
Niharika Prasad
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