Asit Kumar Sanyal

Gold Star - 18,031 Points (04 Jan 1957 / Lalgola, Murshidabad, West Bengal, India.)

His Wish - Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal

I am the soft clay
On potter's wheel
The wheel rotating
His hands giving shape
I don't know
What I will be
I may become a tea cup,
A little lamp for worshiping
A wine pot to hold cocktail
Or a vase in a brothel
And after service
I will go to garbage
Being the shard
I have no wish, no force,
No role in decision
It is his wish
What he will make me.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 19, 2016



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