My Birth... Poem by Varsha M

Dipped in the ink of emotions
My words finally speak volumes
As the heart rows along
The riverside you belong.

Day and night, I wait aficionados,
In hope to catch your glimpse
Energyzing my physiological clock
To accomplish all I am meant to rock

Only 'cause you sprinkled the spice
And transformed me to taste
As an awesome dish served
Winning everyone's heart.

A tiny minuscule on face of earth
I never thought I could be of worth
Had you not touched me, ever
Craving me like a potter.

Down on earth like a dust under foot
I would have traveled, without root
Slashed, crushed, and dumped
For I was no more good than to shake off indeed..

Your very eyes, lifted me high up
And with your hands, you picked me up
Mixed with water and kneaded gently
Until you made me slimy and smoothy.

Not even tired or wierd, you got
But on potter's wheel, me you put
Rolling it in full speed, while
Your hands gave me my profile

For you could see my beauty
Even when I was not so charmy.
You perceived my new look
Even when it was nowhere in book.

I owe you my gratitude
For donning me with attitude
As now I too have an identity
And a worth, called dignity.

Never I thought I could be more
Better than just dust on crust, dear
I owe you my everything
For you made me, value as something.