Wet muddy clay finds its shape and style
at potter's skillful hand
At wheel's rotation and potter's perfection
an art piece was born out of grey earthy clay
Painter too lent a hand to make it colorful and beautiful
and we the buyers haggle at the shop for the price of the art piece!
Potter never wonders at the miserly behavior of the people
He as usual with delight rotates his wheel!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem