Potter's Wheel Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Not chill not chill
This is potter's wheel
Nihil nihil nil nil
This is potter's wheel
We are pot we are clay
Naught naught nay nay
Potter's play potter's play
O my dear, search not nativity
Go on eternity go on eternity.

Potter's clay potter's play
Potter's wheel potter's chill
We are doll in potter's hands
We are merchant we are sergeant
We are serpent we are garment
Potter would say what He want
Be ready my dear friend
To open your mouth on the order
Of that Potter, our Master.

Potter is here potter is there
Potter is clay potter is play
Potter is pots potter is buts
We are all potter in fragments
And potter is there within us
O Potter, what do you want from us
Nothing nothing and nothing
Potter said again and again
Give me everything everything.

Potter's wheel potter's wheel
Making us grilling us asking us
Makes us moving makes us gardening
And we are all pot garnishing the potter
With all garniture
Potter potter O potter,
Available no gazetter, we have
No gear at our hands, we are mere garters
My dear friends, come on come on to hear the potter.