Potters used the wheel
And made the lovely pot
The greatest invention of past
Still we are wheeling
Round the humanity
In a circular path
There is no last
Life goes round and round. Hope it is not all grief. Thank you.
A very profound poem. We are all but clay pots moulded by the supreme potter.
humanity is moving in a circular but should take a look at the past and not repeat mistake, excellent
the aim is- no to make the mistakes of past but still we are doing the same well done bro be blessed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fantastic, this short poem has wider significance.. humanity is moving in a circular path....