The Village Pottery Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I sits in front of a gentleman
In this remote place of village
Famous for its earthen pots
Once the place blessed with best pottery
The clay is super, the people are friendly
They had a brisk business of the time

I sits before the pottery wheel
That uses for making pottery
The primitive technology of humans
The pots were the best ones, echo friendly.

The place renowned for pottery works
Still people are living in meager income
The modern business tactics missing them
Where pots are made in metal compounds
Still walking straight to sell the pots
Facing the challenges to cope with new era.

I looked around the village here
Where a beautiful temple is located
The people are so dedicated to village temple
Every day they prays for a better future
The innocent minds of these great minds.

The disciplined life they follows here
The best of traditions they keep there own
The long standing lineage of human connectivity
The connecting link to civilizations
Remembering the fact of pottery that existed
In Mohenjadaro and Harappa civilizations.

The clay is dredged from nearby paddy field
In unity and mutual help they keeps up
The devotion and reverence they follows
The mother earth cares them well
At least providing a little income for existence.

The glimpses of contentment that I seen
The reverence to mother earth here visible
The traditions and values they keeps intact
But how long they can sustain with this job
In this world of competitions, a question.