Ultimate Game And Fun Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

All is clay and we are clay,
What we see around is clay;
What we mould, it is the world,
What appears is that we mould.

Life is clay and mind is clay,
All are what those clays play;
Beauty and shape, good or bad,
Right or wrong is mind's mould.

Life is earth, shapeless, abstract,
We turn or bend, it shapes to that;
All are uncertain; liable to change
On the scope above human range.

Who is the potter on the wheel?
On whose blueprint he is to deal?
Clay in its play forms firm hold
As subtle hands build its mould.

All this world is potter's game,
All that transpires is its outcome;
Success, failure, front or end,
Potter's joyous creative ground.

Clay is clay, malleable ever,
Remains not self; stable never;
High or low, it turns to clay,
To a new shape for new play.

Cosmic law is the cosmic potter,
And cosmic law draws its blueprint;
Cosmic law plays cosmic games
On the giant wheels of celestial times.

Clay makes life a cyclic play,
Clay makes world a repeat run;
Whatever shape life takes to play,
All are ultimate game and fun.