Potter - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
I am the potter
I make earthenware vessels
Working in an indifferent manner.
Earthen vessels are of clay
They were clay in the past
Before I molded in to that shape
And they will remain clay
When they are broken in to pieces
Likewise O my dear
You have made me
I reside in You
And I merge in You
I know this much
And knowing this I have
No sorrow and I am happy always.
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