The ordinary potter moulded his clay,
Based on his whims, His own way.
While some of them took tiny hands in their own,
coz shaping lives can't be done alone.
The imprints of those potters will always stay.
without whom pots would just be a chunk of clay.
An ode to all those wonderful teachers who have left their impact on millions of lives.
10 comments:
Beautiful, Divsi :)
Lovely ode to the master craftsmen- our teachers.
Beautiful :)
they selflessly craft the clay
delicately, without ever going astray
once, what was scattered and unformed
clad with their love is now definite and reformed
Wonderful thoughts there Divsi :)
Thanks a lot Ani! :) They truly deserve all our appreciation for what they do endlessly and selflessly for us:)
Thanks a lot Shashank:) what is scattered is certainly reformed and refined by them! :) Lovely add-on as always!
A beautiful way to recognise the importance of teachers. Nice Divsi.
A beautiful way to express your feelings ...........superb Imagery
hope that everyone gets a teacher who shaped their life, I like the way you related teacher to a potter , nice thought
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Thanks a lot Shweta! Glad you liked it :) Thanks for visiting!
Thankyou :) Welcome to my blog :)
Amen! :) Thanks Cifar :)
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