A potter’s child.

via Daily Prompt: Impression

He pressed his hands on the raw red mud

Emboding his ideas and considering the clays’ naturals too.

Holding with flexibility but firmness too

Knowing when to hold it and curve it in, and when to let go.

He carved beautiful smiles in it,

Sculpt it, pouring his heart,

Wiping his sweat.

Day and night, he worked on it

And stroked it’s tender texture with colors of love.

These impressions, he made, on wet clay,

Is similar to parents’ imprints on minds of a child naive.

Like every maginificient piece of art,

The beauty and zeal within each child,

Is defined by the impressions drawn upon them.

To work harder, to never give up,

To not be jealous, or keep a grudge,

All his values good and bad, are the imprints of his potter parent shaping him up.


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