Prajapati Or Prajapita Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Can potter ever slaughter?
His own work as creator
He is called father of mankind
And go on making shapes of different kind

He is also known as clay maker
Another name given for him as "prajapita"* or creator
As almighty creates entire human race
You may find with him pots of different shapes

Not all the pots survive
As not all the children live
In this world and meet the fate
Some may come early and some may come late

You will not find single person of same appearance
Even if found it will be one in million chance
You can never find identical nose and face
Where as there is limited scope to make it from base

How can we forget our own creator?
Who has given us everything as our real mentor?
If all his creations survive successfully
Then there won't be any place left to love peacefully

Many pots break during process
Many break while finding access
Yet some of them come out to find the world
Remind us of power that has been lying in his fold

Not only he is known for his creative work
But exclaimed for exemplary show pieces work
His hand moves without any measurement
To be precise and near to precision instrument

I love to praise his ability to shape
He has no thesis or roads on the map
It is purely human instinct to perfection
The art pieces speak of excellent action

* Prajapati or prajapita…. The father of human race