subodh pandey

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The Pot Maker - Poem by subodh pandey

Unsteadily first revolves the pot maker’s wheel
With tremulous hands, he searches what’s not there.
His fingers reach out for mud and mud for him.
Emptiness forms on both sides of the mud
In the beautiful expanse of his patience,
He endures to retrieve the shape of earth, long forgotten
Amidst, he along with birds chirps
Something like an ancient hymn.


Comments about The Pot Maker by subodh pandey

  • Unwritten Soul (12/16/2016 9:07:00 AM)


    The pot making is an artistry work and you made us remember how deep the connection of art to its process (Report) Reply

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  • Hazel Durham (10/13/2012 11:07:00 AM)


    Beautiful imagery with great depth, inspired write! (Report) Reply

  • Linda May Fox (6/27/2012 11:38:00 AM)


    What a beautiful poem and the message it portrays! (Report) Reply

  • Allemagne Roßmann (8/21/2011 1:14:00 PM)


    His fingers reach out for mud and mud for him.
    Emptiness forms on both sides of the mud
    In the beautiful expanse of his patience,

    The tremulous hands now find a mouthpiece in your poetry.Nice portrayals.
    (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 19, 2011


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